Quotes About Acceptance

I know people will say that it's because of the accident that I came back to church-well, they're right. I'm not too proud to know when a problem is bigger than I am.

I hate that word, by the way. Retarded. I

What's the sense of living if you're ashamed of yourself? Stella's father said almost to himself.

I was just thinking about me having children. Or being a grandma!" She giggled. "Think I'll be fat and have gray hair?" "I sure hope so," her father said, laughing himself.

Vorrei essere come gli altri ragazzi". "Quindi vorresti essere meschina, falsa e ottusa?" [...] "No. Vorrei essere normale." "Essere normali è uno schifo!" è sbottata.

I have learned to be patient with people. Once again I point to Rose's computer and then to the words me too.

Claire and Molly eventually got their chairs returned, but they haven't chosen to be buddies for anybody yet. That's fine with me.

So you want to be mean and fake and thoughtless?" I looked up at her angry face, then looked away. "No. Normal." "Normal sucks!" she roared. "People love you because you're Melody, not because of what you can or cannot do. Give us a little credit." "I want

Ho capito di essere diversa un pò alla volta, credo. Pensavo o ricordavo le cose senza problemi, ma ero stupita di non poter fare le cose. E questo mi mandava in bestia.

I've seen dozens of doctors in my life, who all try to analyze me and figure me out. None of them can fix me, so I usually ignore them and act like the retarded person they think I am.

Now I see I've been hoping, each time we meet, that he would praise me for how well I took it, but it's not to be.

I am so ashamed before my friends—to be known to be left by the one who supposedly knew me best, each hour is a room of shame, and I am swimming, swimming holding my head up, smiling, joking, ashamed, ashamed, like being naked with the clothed, or being a child, having to try to behave while hating the terms of your life.

seeking how to accept him as he was, under the law that he could not speak—and when I shrieked against the law he shrinked down into its absolute, he rose from its departure gate.

and there is nothing to be done for it, it can only be known and borne, it cannot be turned into anything fruitful or sweet, but just be faced, as what it was

and farther into cold fog I let him go, I lay and stretched on love's fucking stretcher, and let him wander on his own the haunt salt mazes.

I thought wherever we were, we were in lasting love— even in our separateness and loneliness, in love

Maybe I'm half over who he was, but not who I thought he was, and not over the wound, sudden deathblow as if out of nowhere, though it came from the core of our life together.

It is in the past, enough looking back, it is gone, it is more over with than the shocks of childhood.

and it's as if my body has not heard, or hasn't believed, the news

But look! I am starting to give him up! I believe he is not coming back. Something has died, inside me, believing that

I always feared this would happen, I thought it would be a pure horror, but it's just home

They're our families, but they're not us. Whatever hitches they carry in their steps does not cripple you or me.

By prizing heartfulness above faultlessness, we may reap more from our effort because we're more likely to be changed by it.

You yourself, as much as anybody in the entire universe, deserve your love and affection.