Quotes About Acceptance

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,

But if you cannot change your situation, then you have no choice. You can only change how you think about it.

I learned a long time ago, Ellie, that 'if only' is a very dangerous game indeed.

I know it's not how you would have chosen it,but I know I can make you happy. And all I can say is that you make... 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 that you seem to diminished-than with anyone else in the world.

I know we can do this. I know it's not how you would have chosen it, but I know I can make you happy. And all I can say in 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 that you seem to think is diminished - than with anyone else in the world.

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.

I'm not going to try and change you mind." "If you're here, you accept it's my choice. This is the first thing I've been in control of since the accident." "I know." And there it was. He knew it, and I knew it. There was nothing left for me to do. Do you know how hard it is to say nothing ? When every atom of you strains to do the opposite? I just tried to be, tried to absorb the man I loved through osmosis, tried to imprint what I had left of him on myself. I did not speak...

Who says you failed?" Dad stroked her hair back from her face. His expression was tender. "I'm just thinking of what I know about Will Traynor, what I know about men like him. And I'll say one thing to you. I'm not sure anyone in the world was ever going to persuade that man once he'd set his mind to something. He's who he is. You can't make people change who they are.

And when it came down to it, what was the point in re-examining your sadness all the time anyway? It was like picking at a wound and refusing to let it heal. I knew what I had been part of. I knew what my role was. What was the point in going over and over it?

Tanzie knew Nicky was thinking what she was thinking—that Mum had finally gone mad. But she had read somewhere that mad people were like sleepwalkers—it was best not to disturb them. So she nodded really slowly, like this was all making good sense.

But, like too many girls, life had chipped away at her until, instead of finding what truly suited her, she camouflaged herself, hid the bits that made her different. For a while she let the world bruise her until she decided it was safer not to be herself at all. There are so many versions of ourselves we can choose to be.

Don't think of me too often... Just live well. Just live

Do I mind? No! Because that's the way he is. He's a human being! Nose hair and all!

Agnes's expression was briefly wistful. Then she shrugged. "But on the bright side, they are quite old. Maybe some of them will die soon.

Because she knew already that this would be the thing that would end them. And that in the deepest part of her, she had known it from the beginning, like someone stubbornly ignoring a weed growing until it blocked out the light.

Sometimes it even seemed like a relief to him that there was someone prepared to be rude to him, to contradict him or tell him he was being horrible.

And when it came down to it, what was the point in re-examining your sadness all the time anyway?

That some things are a gift, even if you don't get to keep them.

Maybe that's the thing we need to understand, Alice. That some things are a gift, even if you don't get to keep them.

Don't think of me too often. I don't want to think of you getting all maudlin. Just live well. Just live.

This is the story of a family who didn't fit in. A little girl who was a bit geeky and liked maths more than makeup. And a boy who liked makeup and didn't fit into any tribes.

Excess of grief for the dead is madness; for it is an injury to the living, and the dead know it not.

Wissen Sie, man kann nicht erzwingen, wiedergeliebt zu werden. Ganz gleich, wie sehr man sich es wünscht. Manchmal hat man einfach den richtigen Zeitpunkt verpasst.

She stopped and turned to me, as if she had suddenly thought of something. "You know, you don't have to be sad just to stay connected to him." - page 273 "Hey Lou!" she yelled. "I meant to say to you. Moving on doesn't mean you loved my dad any less, you know. I'm pretty sure even he would tell you that." - page 300