Quotes About Acceptance

The only thing Jess really cared about were those two children and letting them know they were okay. Because even if the whole world was throwing rocks at you, if you had your mother at your back, you'd be okay. Some deep-rooted part of you would know you were loved. That you deserved to be loved.

I am not plain, but I don't think anyone is ever going to call me beautiful. I don't have that graceful thing going on.

I'm still a doughnut, okay?" I said. "I want to be a bun. I really do. But I'm still a doughnut.

Sometimes for our sanity own sanity we just have to look at the bigger picture.

When someone we love is snatched from us, it often feels very hard to make plans. Sometimes people feel like they have lost faith in the future, or they become superstitious.

She regards Ellie gravely. "You know, you can't make someone love you again. No matter how much you might want it. Sometimes, unfortunately, the timing is simply...off.

Do you know how it feels to resign yourself to your fate? It is almost welcome. There was to be no more pain, no more fear, no more longing. It is the death of hope that comes as the greatest relief.

I was twenty-six years old and I wasn't really sure about what I was. You probably wouldn't look at me twice. An ordinary girl, leading an ordinary life. It actually suited me fine.

you can hang on to your hurt out of some misplaced sense of pride, or you can just let go and relish whatever precious time you have.

Because even if the whole world was throwing rocks at you, if you still had your mother or father at your back, you'd be okay. Some deep-rooted part of you would know you were loved. That you deserved to be loved.

What are you saying?" He fought to keep his voice under control. "You love me but there's no hope for us?

I ask you not to judge me for my weakness. The only way I can endure is to be in a place where I will never see you, never be haunted by the possibility of seeing you with him. I need to be somewhere where sheer necessity forces you from my thoughts minute by minute, hour by hour, I cannot do that here.

I know I shouldn't be," he murmured, "but I woke up really happy." His face scanned hers. "I mean, like, really, stupidly happy. Like even though my whole life is a disaster, I just...I feel okay. I look at you, and I feel okay.

No journey out of grief was straightforward. There would be good days and bad days. Today was just a bad day, a kink in the road, to be traversed and survived.

So I stuck that in the back of my mental filing cabinet too, under the drawer labeled: Unthinkable.

All I can say is that you make me...you make me into someone I couldn't even imagine. You make me happy even when you're awful. I would rather be with you, even the you you seem to think is diminished, than with anyone else in the world.

She didn't talk about it: if this past year has taught her one thing, it is to live in the present. She immersed herself in every moment, refusing to cloud it by considering the cost. The fall would come - it always did - but she usually collected enough memories to cushion it a little.

I realized then that there was actual relief in his expression. That he was pleased to see me in a way he wasn't actually going to be able to say. And I told myself that it was going to have to be enough. I wod do the thing he had asked for. That would have to be enough.

It had been years before she could view anybody else's happiness without mourning the loss of her own.

And all babies were God's blessing, even those who said bugger quite a lot, and whose presence meant that half the potential wage earners in our family couldn't actually go and get a decent job.

Jesus Christ," said my father. "Can you imagine? If it wasn't punishment enough ending up in a ruddy wheelchair, then you get our Lou turning up to keep you company." "Bernard!" my mother scolded. Behind me, Granddad was laughing into his mug of tea.

what became clear as I sat on my plastic chair and drank my instant coffee was that I had somehow found myself on the other side. I had crossed a bridge. Their struggle was no longer my struggle. It wasn't that I would ever stop grieving for Will, or loving him, or missing him, but that my life seemed to have somehow landed back in the present.

So this is it. You are scored on my heart, Clark. You were from the first day you walked in, with your ridiculous clothes and your bad jokes, and your complete inability to ever hide a single thing you felt.

And when it came down to it, what was the point in reexamining your sadness all the time anyway? It was like picking away at a wound and refusing to let it heal.