Quotes About Acceptance

I learn to love the thing that has to be erased, the thing I may not be allowed to keep, sand that runs away beneath my running feet.

Learning to listen to ourselves is a way of learning to love ourselves.

How I learned to love the New World Order.

Not everybody is going to love what you do, but you have to be yourself, that's what's most important. Bring it as hard as you can.

You gotsta love all God's children!

But in any situation with long love, I don't think it ever goes away fully. You just sort of learn where to keep it.

Do not need to look for reasons to hate when there is reason to love.

Show love, tolerance and respect to everyone.

He loved her for almost everything she was & she decided that was enough to let him stay for a very long time.

We are not perfect. We make mistakes. We screw up but then we forgive and move forward.

You need a high degree of corruption or a very big heart to love absolutely everything

I learned to love myself, because I sleep with myself every night and I wake up with myself every morning, and if I don't like myself, there's no reason to even live the life.

There is someone out there that will love you.They'll want you for you.Don't settle for less.Life is short and I'm tired of wasting it

I love America, it's a much more permissive place.

It's difficult to seek other people's love. It's deadly. In seeking it you lose what is genuine. This is the prison we create for ourselves as we seek what we already have.

.. that terrible feeling that you're not good enough to be loved by the people you love most, and eventually by anyone else.

When I'm not with the one I love, I love the one I'm with.

Learn to love what you've been taught to fear.

You should love yourself.

There are those who hate Christianity and call their hatred an all-embracing love for all religions.

I love you more than I could ever promise because you take me the way I am.

On the one hand, how many people do you need to love you before you feel OK about yourself?

When someone you love dies, you don't lose them all at once. You lose them in pieces over time, like how the mail stops coming.

To be loved for what one is, that is the greatest exception. The great majority love in others only what they lend him; their own selves, their version of him.