Quotes About Acceptance

I was so ashamed of it that I would spend hours in the shower crying and trying to wash my skin off.

I find that the 'moms club' is a very, very exclusive club! It's the club of mothers who wear skinny jeans and white button-down shirts and wash their hair twice a day! I do not, and mothers who do make me feel really bad. You know who I am talking about!

I married a man who isn't afraid to wash a dish, scrub a toilet, or have his unibrow waxed into submission by a licensed professional.

I did not feel beautiful. I didn't know anyone who looked like me. I remember asking my mum to wash the brown off me in the bath.

I'm not in demand. I'm all washed up.

I sinned daily, and Jesus still loves me. It's all washed, and if the Lord doesn't judge me and it's all forgiven, then no other man, woman, animal - anything, I don't know - can judge me!

How did you stand lying about yourself for years? You must have felt cut off from the whole world." I fought down the lump in my throat. "I did indeed. And then I met this prince who seemed able to see through me, to the truth behind the lies. He was terrifying and fascinating, but to my amazement, it was an immeasurable relief to be seen.

She was the river, and the river had nothing to be ashamed of.

You won't like hearing this, but sometimes you can't fix what you broke. Sometimes you just have to live with it.

We won't know what hit us, because we'll be dead; or we will know, and we'll die in protracted agony. There's no point worrying about it beforehand.

What's done cannot be undone.

Beggars, alas, could not be choosers.

She should hold on to the memories she didn't want to remember. And then, maybe, she could finally let them go.

I cannot perch among those who think I am broken. "The thing is, Mother, you weren't broken," I muttered, as if she were standing right next to me. "I am. And it was you who made me this way." Inside my head, the [memory] box twitched like a thing alive.

Playing flute was the one thing I knew could make people see a human, not a monster.

There is no pain - free path, sweet girl. Choosing is what makes like bearable.

Your lies didn't stop me loving you; your truth hasn't stopped me either.

I'd found my people and they weren't even mine.

I was a stranger in this family. I always had been.

All my life I had longed to be ordinary; how ridiculous to be disgruntled when I finally was. It was no use being envious; we were all different

Can't always have life the way we want it. But there's always pizza.

Rubbing salt in my wound won't change what I did.

What if God didn't want me, either? Where does one go if the Almighty rejects you?

This was Miss Blanche's daughter? She was a mess. A beautiful mess.