Quotes About Acceptance

I was grateful to have him to support and steer me, even though he wasn't particularly good-looking or with a dashing personality, both attributes I'd imagined for a husband before I was mature enough to accept that it was easier to dream than it was to make the dream come true

So Bibi had been born a man and was now a woman, Megan had wondered, daren't ask, she might bite her head off And Megan was a woman who wondered if she should have been born a man, who was attracted to a woman who'd once been a man, who was now saying gender was full of misguided expectations anyway, even though she had herself transitioned from male to female This was such head fuckery

Truth is, both of us was desperate to be anything other than what we was.

bugs me are the trans troublemakers, you should have seen the stick I got when I announced my festival was for women-born-women as opposed to women-born-men, I was accused of being transphobic, which I'm not, I'm absolutely not, I have trans friends, but there is a difference, a man raised as a man might not feel like one but he's been treated as one by the world, so how can he be exactly the same as us?

even at the park the mothers got tired of calling their own children away from ours as if they might catch leprosy very small children don't care about skin colour, Rachel, until they're brainwashed by their parents

hey, we're all fucked up, aren't we? she said dipping her bread so far into her soup it drowned and couldn't easily be rescued.

in any case, ageing is nothing to be ashamed of especially when the entire human race is in it together

Dominique guessed her own sexual preferences from puberty, wisely kept them to herself, unsure how her friends or family would react, not wanting to be a social outcast she tried boys a couple of times they enjoyed it she endured it

with the stretchmarks Bummi thought looked like art and felt like Braille

when Yazz talks about her unusual upbringing to people, the unworldly ones expect her to be emotionally damaged from it, like how can you not be when your mum's a polyamorous lesbian and your father's a gay narcissist (as she describes him), and you were shunted between both their homes and dumped with various godparents while your parents pursued their careers? this annoys Yazz who can't stand people saying anything negative about her parents that's her prerogative

it felt like she was coming in from the cold

she breastfed her wherever she happened to be, and didn't care who was offended at a mother's need to feed her child

Nzinga had suggested her relationship history of blonde girlfriends might be a sign of self-loathing; you have to ask yourself if you've been brainwashed by the white beauty ideal, sister, you have to work a lot harder on your black feminist politics, you know

If we accept that we cannot change other people, or that we cannot change how we ourselves might be contributing to an unhealthy dynamic, then surely the solution is to make a bid for freedom?

I thought that if the right time gets missed, if one has refused or been refused something for too long, it's too late, even if it is finally tackled with energy and received with joy. Or is there no such thing as "too late"? Is there only "late," and is "late" always better than "never"? I don't know.

She had looked in the mirror a million times and only saw the brown of her skin and not the magic flowing beneath it.

Sugar ain't spoiled, she just a little bruised, is all. Bruises can heal and fade away to nothing.

I'm sorry that your journey into my life was such that you had to endure so much suffering. But if that is the road God had you travel in order for our paths to cross, then we have no choice but to accept the purpose it has served and be grateful for it.

Let me give you a wonderful Zen practice. Wake up in the morning...look in the mirror, and laugh at yourself.

In honoring our diversity, we discovered our oneness. By accepting our differences, we came together as one people.

Bearing witness is not something to be done only at Auschwitz. When we bear witness to the unfolding of our daily lives, not shrinking from any situation that arises, we learn. We open to what is. And in that process, a healing arises.

When love is conditional we feel imperfect and unlovable.

Take it with a grin of salt.

Succesul în afaceri se bazeaz? pe succesul profund în a primi viata ?i a fi în acord cu ea.