Quotes About Acceptance

That had taken enormous courage. To love someone you knew wanted someone else, too, but had, for whatever reason, chosen you.

Some memories are worth the price. I'll deal with it.

There is a monster inside me. And she's beautiful.

Relax. Live. Keep your eyes open. See what comes.

Regret is poison that kills the soul.

But this healer, like so many others, was afraid of what was different and thus condemned it. Ignorance translated into fear, which quickly became persecution.

Wishes aren't horses and I don't get to ride.

I've come to acknowledge the turd".

You doona hate me for not being able to return you?" He paused for emphasis. "Ever, Gwen. I can't return you ever.

Fearless people are outsiders. The fearful have many places to belong.

And there, my dear Fio, you make one of Womankind's greatest mistakes: falling in love with a man's potential. We so rarely share the same view of it, and even more rarely care to achieve it. Stop pining for the man you think I could be—and take a good, long, hard look at the one I am.

CJ It took me a moment to figure out the initials.Constant Jackass. I smiled. "Apology accepted, Barrons, if it's the Ferrari." It was.

Death's an insult.

The sun does not rue that it rises.

Death is the final chapter in a book you can't unread. You keep waiting to feel like the person you were before that chapter ended. You never will.

The world ferrets out your faults often enough, I see little point in lending a hand.

What no one tells you is that when someone you love dies, you lose them twice. Once to death, the second time to acceptance, and you don't walk that long, dark passage between the two alone. Grief takes every shuffling, unwilling step with you, offering a seductive bouquet of memories that can only blossom south of sanity. You can stay there, nose buried in the petals of the past. But you're never really alive again. Spend enough time with ghosts, you become one.

Still, you'd lose them again, one way or another, because they were meant to be dead.

I could get lost in pining for the way things used to be. Or I could adapt and learn to ride the changes like they do, with eagerness to see what the new day has in store and unquenchable lust for life, however it unfolds.

A part of him wanted to cram his reality down her throat, forcing her to accept him, with no excuses offered. A wiser part of him, the man he'd used to be, warned against such ruthlessness.

Why are you so pissed at me? It's not my fault who I am. The only thing that's my fault is what I choose to do with it.

How many fucking people do you think I've watched die?" His silver eyes flashed crimson. "Over and over. That's what you do. You love them while you have them and when they're gone, you grieve. That's life. At least you had them for a while.

Use me, Lisa," he encouraged softly. "Take whatever you want.

Letting go of what was, to survive what is.