Quotes About Acceptance

We had thought it a little odd, but what did we know? Lou has been peculiar since birth, after all. Mum

ARE THESE PEOPLE SUCH FOOLS THAT THEY CAN'T COPE WITH SOMEONE WHO DOESN'T DRESS LIKE THEM? WHY DO YOU HAVE TO PRETEND TO BE SOMEONE YOU'RE SO CLEARLY NOT? DO YOU WANT TO BE ONE OF 'THOSE' WOMEN?

Sei scolpita nel mio cuore, Clark, fin dal primo giorno in cui sei arrivata con i tuoi abiti ridicoli, le tue terribili battute e la tua totale incapacità di nascondere ogni minima sensazione. Tu hai cambiato la mia vita molto più di quanto questo denaro potrà mai cambiare la tua. Non pensare a me troppo spesso. Non voglio pensarti in un mare di lacrime. Vivi bene. Semplicemente vivi. Con amore, Will

None of us lasts forever, do we? If I'm honest, seeing her like that was an unwelcome reminder of my own mortality. Of what I had been. Of what we all must become.

It's not the same crushing grief you felt at first, the kind that swamps you and makes you want to cry in the wrong places and get irrationally angry with all the idiots who are still alive when the person you love is dead. It's just something you learn to accommodate. Like adapting around a hole. I don't know. It's like you become . . . a doughnut instead of a bun.

best way to get through life was not to dwell on things so she packed those events into a suitcase, and shoved it to the back of a mental cupboard,

He could be happy, if surrounded by the right people, if allowed to be Will, instead of The Man in the Wheelchair, the list of symptoms, the object of pity. And

to say sorry. Oh, Louisa, 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.

Porque, aunque todo el mundo te tire piedras, si tu madre te respalda, estás bien.

I know I shouldn't be but I woke up really happy. 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.

Someone who had lost a child, according to village wisdom, should be allowed to grieve in whichever way she chose; the awfulness was so unimaginable that unlike other life events—weddings, christenings, disappearing spouses—no one felt qualified to suggest a right or wrong way of dealing with

Because there had to be something wrong, didn't there, if even your own mother didn't really love you?

Everyone I've ever met who was worth knowing was a bit different at school. You just need to find your people." "Find my people." "Your tribe.

This week's Moving On Circle is about guilt, survivor's guilt, guilt that we didn't do enough... It's often this that keeps us from moving forward.

what we learn through sharing our memories and our sadness and our little victories with one another is that it's okay to feel sad. Or lost. Or angry. It's okay to feel a whole host of things that other people might not understand, and often for a long time. Everyone has his or her own journey. We don't judge.

I told myself there was no point in dwelling on something that was gone.

you don't have to be sad just to stay connected to him.

I'm dying, Louisa. I'm an old woman and I'm not going to get an awful lot older, and my son, who I thought was lost to me, has been gracious enough to swallow his pain and his pride and reach out. Can you imagine? Can you imagine what it is to have someone do that for you?

First rule of Geek Club. There is no Geek Club.

Some mistakes…just have greater consequences than others. But you don't have to let that night be the thing that defines you." I

I supposed I would probably marry Patrick, knock out a few kids, live a few streets away from where I had always lived. Apart from an exotic taste in clothes, and the fact that I'm a bit short, there's not a lot separating me from anyone you might pass in the street. You probably wouldn't look at me twice. An ordinary girl, leading an ordinary life. It actually suited me fine.

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.

When they told me in the hospital that Will would live, I walked outside into my garden and I raged. I raged at God, at nature, at whatever fate had brought our family to such depths. I was so furious, you see, that all around me were things that could move and bend and grow and reproduce, and my son - my vital, charismatic, beautiful boy - was just this thing. Immobile, wilted, bloodied, suffering. Their beauty seemed like an obscenity.

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 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 that you seem to think is diminished – than with anyone else in the world.