Quotes About Acceptance

Not that you asked," she meowed evenly, "but with time to reflect on what happened in the Great Battle, and everything that happened with Darktail and the cats we lost . . . I no longer deny that StarClan exists.

There is room for all tonight, a whispering breeze sang into Jaypaw's ears. The voices had come to welcome him. He wondered if they welcomed the others, too.

With this life I give you patience

That's the weirdest name I've ever heard! Daisy thought. It's hardly a name at all. It's like if my name were She-cat-She-cat!

It's not fair." "Life isn't fair. Stay

I don't know," he mewed. "But we'll get used to it. You can get used to anything." There was a grimness to his mew that filled Sunbeam with foreboding. Rootspring was younger than her, but he sounded a lifetime older. Had losing Bristlefrost made him like this? Or did the Dark Forest have that effect on every cat who set paw there?

You're obsessed with the past," Jaypaw warned her. "You want to make sure everything turns out the way you think it should." "I just want to do what's right." "You can't always do the right thing. No matter how much you want to." "I know." Grief pulsed from his mentor, sharper and deeper than Jaypaw expected. "But I'll always try.

Life isn't fair. Stay in camp.

Stormkit stopped at the shore, by a patch of clear water, and stared down. "Stormkit!" He hardly heard Oakkit's mew. He was staring at the strange cat reflected in the water. That wasn't his face! This cat's jaw was twisted from just below his ear, hardly visible beneath one cheek, sunken horribly beneath the top lip. His nose was stretched sideways and up, and his tongue poked out at one side, lolling between his teeth like a fat pink worm.

It's not fair." "Life isn't fair," Jaypaw

felt his heart begin to beat faster. Suddenly it didn't matter that she wasn't tortoiseshell, and that her eyes were pale green, not amber.

I feel grown-up. I am no longer in the category with the children, I am one of the adults! And I love it! They have accepted me as an individual, as a personality, as an entity. I belong! I am important! I am somebody!

Why is life so difficult? Why can't we be just ourselves and have everyone accept us the way we are?

I want so much to be someone important, or even just asked out by a boy every once in a while. Maybe the new me will be different.

I will listen to a beautiful person much more quickly than a plain person, and I have to learn to be nice to people who are not attractive looking.

My color is my joy and not my burden...

Quit calling me Grey. It makes me sound like I'm a boy. Like Dorian Gray." Dorian who?" I sighed. Just think up something else. Plain old Nora works too, you know." Sure thing, Gumdrop." I grimaced. I take that back. Let's stick with Grey.

Soy un perdedor I'm a loser baby, so why don't you kill me?

You're on Earth. There's no cure for that.

I have never been disappointed, and I often was in the early days, without feeling at the same time, or a moment later, an undeniable relief.

Trying to be normal is the greatest abnormality in the world.

Nobody know when he is going to die. It is no good simply putting it off all the time, as we tend to do. If you face it, you realize you hold your life in your hands, and you're ready to let go at any moment. I think that is real wisdom.

The answer to how to engage with obesity, Cahnman said, was 'an agreement of mutual respect for the common humanity of each and every one of us'. Weight stigma, he pointed out, cannot be removed except by treating individuals with obesity as normal human beings – as intelligent and capable as anyone else – and removing any sense of moral shame about their condition.

Having other people try to fix you is one of the things that paradoxically holds you back from reaching that magical place called "After