Quotes About Acceptance

I can't—" Lena repeated. "I can't do it. I can't live without him." Sara gently pulled her hand away from Jared's. She smoothed down the sheet, tucked it in close around his side. She looked at Lena—really looked at her straight in the eye. "Good," Sara told her. "Now you know how it feels.

Every place always has somebody who doesn't fit in. That's what makes them fit in.

As hard as it was to hold on to things, it was even harder to let them go.

How I compare it to now is, at this moment we are all living through, everyone on earth is experiencing a suspension of loss. Over half a million people dead in the United States alone. The number is too overwhelming to accept, so we go on with our lives and we do what we can but, in the end, the staggering loss will be waiting for us. It always catches up to you, doesn't it?

My court-appointed therapist would say I was trying to fill a hole." "Is that what you call your vagina?" Claire chuckled under her breath.

what you call my struggle to submit . . . is not struggle to submit but a struggle to accept and with passion. I mean, possibly, with joy. Picture me with my ground teeth stalking joy—fully armed too as it's a highly dangerous quest." —FLANNERY O'CONNOR

Neither of us will ever move forward if we are always looking back.

She had seen this before. She knew that you could put it all in a little box and close it up later, that you could go on with your life if you didn't sleep too much, didn't breathe too much, didn't live too much so that death came back and snatched you away for the taking.

Please know I worked very hard to make sure everyone—no matter race, religion, creed, gender, or national origin—was equally maligned.

Death snickers at us all, my dear. The eternal footman will not hold my coat forever.

Used to be, only bikers and outlaws had tattoos. They were so commonplace now that they weren't even a statement. Unless the statement was, "Look, I'm like everybody else." Her

All you could do was wait for death to make you inconsequential. Frank

There are good days and bad days, and as long as there aren't too many of either, you get along with your life fine.

Eighteen years ago, Lydia had told her that the problem with Paul Scott was that he didn't see Claire as a normal, imperfect human being. He was blind to her faults. He covered her missteps. He would never challenge her or scare her or infuriate her or stir up any of those fiery emotions that made it worthwhile to put up with a man's bullshit.

For some reason, he still felt (the same), like (incident) had happened to another (name), his mind going there while his body stayed on the outside, not aging, waiting for him to come back and claim it.

I want to feel normal again," she once told me. "Maybe if I pretend I am for long enough, it might actually happen.

you will eventually reach a point where that tight control you have over every single aspect of your life is going to fail spectacularly. Something is bound to happen. And it might be good, or it might be bad

buy her entry into normal society, but she hadn't realized what that society was like.

If we cannot defend the things of this world and if none of the relationships in which we walk the earth can withstand the criticism which reduces the whole to relativity, we can still love them and we need take the criticism no more seriously than it deserves (pp. 29, 248).

palabras de Fraenkel, su médico] (...) el paciente, para hacerse dueño de la enfermedad, tiene que integrarla en su vida. (...) Entre el destino y la voluntad Schicksal und Wille

Can truth be found? Is it possible to live with truth? All life-force stems from blindness. It grows from imagined knowledge, in myth taken for faith, and in the substitute myths; in unquestioning acceptance, and in mind-narrowing untruths. Within the human predicament the quest for truth presents an impossible task.

I'm open to everything. When you start to criticize the times you live in, your time is over.

If you're worrying about the colour of your anus, things must be good, as you can't have proper worries in your life.

I like being in control, was all Keely said, looking at him. She could have said, I hate for anyone to know I don't know everything, that I sometimes feel so out of my depth that three lifesavers wouldn't keep me from drowning, but she didn't What's so wrong with that?