Quotes About Acceptance

There is no receipt for time.

What is home but a place where you are truly known?

That's what love was, he decided. Love was being known.

In the past, when she'd looked at her reflection, she had still seen the little girl she'd once been; the woman in the mirror had still been an extension of her girlhood self. Now it was the future she saw. The wrinkles would deepen; her skin would sag; the lights of her eyes would dim. Her youth was fading, easing into the past.

the man's name. And the truth was, she didn't mind any of it, not really: not the being pregnant, which was easy right until the end, nor the delivery itself, which was bad but fast, nor, especially

Perhaps the greatest worry of all was that one day you would realize that all the worries of your life amounted to one thing: the desire to just stop worrying.

There were times when you couldn't fix what was broken with words, and this looked like one of those times.

Too many what-ifs are just a way to keep yourself up at night, and there's not enough decent sleep to go around.

It was as if I'd lost some cosmic game of musical chairs; the song had stopped, I was left standing, and there was simply nothing to be dine about it.

No, there was no such thing as a good death.

Ruin hath taught me thus to ruminate That Time will come and take my love away.

It was true what Michael said about him: his blindness wasn't something missing; it was simply something different.

Yet, to yield, to accept death: the mind forbade it. The mind demanded, against all sense, to go on. Fanning

If being a parent taught you one thing, it was that you could worry all you wanted, but it wouldn't change a thing.

There was something in the pages of these books that had the power to make him feel better about things, a life raft to cling to before the dark currents of memory washed him downstream again, and on brighter days, he could even see himself going on this way for some time. A small but passable life.

But as love turns to grief, and grief becomes anger, so must anger yield to thought, in order to know itself.

But you can only hate somebody for so long." She

So perhaps the greatest worry of all was that one day you would realize that all the worries of your life amounted to one thing: the desire to just stop worrying.

A lot of life, Michael had learned, came down to trying to fix things that weren't fixable.

Well Connor thought ruefully At least now I know who to thank for my anger issues .

Forgiving others is easier when I remember that I'm human and stupid, too.

I swallowed hard. Erik thought my body was beautiful, Karin that it was enviable. At random times, people had noted that my hands were beautiful, or my hair. The Twisted Sisters had called my art beautiful. Mom had the best intentions and always told me before and after my laser surgeries that I would be beautiful. But no one had ever said that I was beautiful, all my parts taken together, not just the bits and pieces.

those before-and-after shots of women undergoing the knife and accepting poison to change themselves — the lines on their faces repaved like old roads, their bulbous noses whittled into aristocratic ridges.

Now, I crashed headlong into my Denial.