Quotes About Acceptance

There were two things about Mama. One is she always expected the best out of me. And the other is that then no matter what I did, whatever I came home with, she acted like it was the moon I had just hung up in the sky and plugged in all the stars. Like I was that good.

But I've swallowed my pride before, that's for sure. I'm practically lined with my mistakes on the inside like a bad-wallpapered bathroom.

If the Lord hasn't got a boyfriend lined up for me to marry, that's his business.

I thought I wouldn't live through it. But you do. You learn to love the place somebody leaves behind for you.

The arrogance of the able-bodied is staggering. Yes, maybe we'd like to be able to get places quickly, and carry things in both hands, but only because we have to keep up with the rest of you. We would rather be just like us , and have that be all right.

This manuscript of yours that has just come back from another editor is a precious package. Don't consider it rejected. Consider that you've addressed it 'to the editor who can appreciate my work' and it has simply come back stamped 'Not at this address'. Just keep looking for the right address.

I've always found people love you best if you can laugh at your own foolish misfortunes and keep mum about everyone else's

Maybe life doesn't get any better than this, or any worse, and what we get is just what we're willing to find: small wonders, where they grow.

Because I could not stop for death he kindly stopped for me, or paused at least to strike a glancing blow with his sky-blue mouth as he passed.

In Kilanga, people knew nothing of things they might have had - a Frigidaire? a washer-dryer combination? Really, they'd sooner imagine a tree that could pull up its feet and go bake bread. It didn't occur to them to feel sorry for themselves.

I considered her my ally, because, like me, she was imperfect.

She has changed in this way that motherhood changes you, so that you forget you ever had time for small things like despising the color pink.

You could love your crazy people, even admire them, instead of resenting that they're not self-sufficient.

Time cures you first, and then it kills you.

I walked through the valley of my fate, is all, and learned to love what I could lose.

When something extraordinary shows up in your life in the middle of the night, you give it a name and make it the best home you can.

The pounding of What do I want went still in her breast. It didn't matter what she chose. The world was what it was, a place with its own rules of hunger and satisfaction. Creatures lived and mated and died, they came and went, as surely as summer did. They would go their own ways, of their own accord.

Yet I stake a claim, I am here, for I must be somewhere. But only as a child it seems, struggling to understand what every wife and gentleman passing on the street seems to know by rote. Whom to love, whom to castigate.

Do you know, I spent the first half of my life avoiding motherhood and tires, and now I'm counting them as blessings?

Here, bodily damage is more or less considered to be a by-product of living, not a disgrace.

Let's all sing the redneck national anthem: Settle for what you can get.

Remember how we use to pray to get invited to birthday parties? And they only asked us because we were so grateful we'd do anything, stay late and help the mothers wash the cake pans. I'm still that girl, flattered to death if somebody wants me around.

After a while Estevan said, "What I really hate is not belonging in any place. To be unwanted everywhere.

There must be transients in the bird world too, rumple-feathered outcasts that naturally seek out each other's company in inferior and dying trees.