Quotes About Acceptance

But I'm also feeling all that I have in my life, which includes what I have lost, as well as the great unknown of what life might still bring me. And it's all too much. The feelings pile up, threatening to crack my chest wide open.

Mi mano tiembla cuando la acerco a mi boca. Lamo mi pulgar y lo froto contra mi muñeca, en contra de mi marca de nacimiento. Entonces froto nuevamente. Miro hacia arriba, justo a sus ojos, que son tan oscuros como la noche que no quiero que termine. La cara de Willem vacila por un momento, luego se vuelve solemne, como lo hizo después de que nos persiguieran. Entonces él se acerca y roza mi marca de nacimiento. No sale, es lo que me está diciendo.

They say that things happen for a reason, but I don't know that I buy that. I don't know that I'll ever see a reason for what happened to Kat, Denny, and Teddy that day.

Knowing that something bad is going to happen, whether you want it to or not, to the point that you just want it to happen so you can stop dreading it.

It had to do with the doubts. The same niggling doubts I always had about not belonging. I didn't feel like I belonged with my family, and now I didn't feel like I belonged with Adam, except unlike my family, who was stuck with me, Adam had chosen me, and this I didn't understand. Why had he fallen for me? It didn't make sense.

Is that what death would feel like? The nicest, warmest, heaviest never-ending nap? If that's what it's like, I wouldn't mind. If that's what dying is like, I wouldn't mind that at all.

You never knew, did you? Maybe not knowing didn't have to be so terrifying. Maybe it could just be life. "When

He looks at me and then, reverting to the voice he'd used with Kendra, says, 'If homegirls wanna see me as ghetto trash'--he stops and switches to his lispy, sassy voice--'or big-ass queer'--now he switches to his deepest Shakespeare voice--'I shall not take it upon myself to disabuse them.

My chips are all cashed out. There's nothing to lose. Or maybe I've already lost it and found it, and whatever else there might be to lose...

Some things you can't control, no matter how hard you try.

I don't know exactly what's happened to me, and for the first time today, I don't really care. I shouldn't have to care. I shouldn't have to work this hard. I realize now that dying is easy. Living is hard.

That's just the half of it. You're a classical cellist whose parents are old punk rockers. You're a total freak. But you're my freak.

But the you who you are tonight is the same you I was in love with yesterday, the same you I'll be in love with tomorrow. I love that you're fragile and tough, quiet and kick-ass. Hell, you're one of the punkest girls I know, no matter who you listen to or what you wear.

And eventually your loss normalizes—it integrates into part of your everyday life and you find yourself three or five years later doing okay, changed but . . . but still able to hear your friends' voices, still telling stories about them, still thinking of them every day.

I've got news for you, Mia. There's going to be all kinds of terrible in there, so you won't really stand out," Mom said.

I just think that funerals are a lot like death itself. You can have your wishes, your plans, but at the end of the day, it's out

It's not what you are, it's who you are. And that's up to you. But I know plenty of people who call themselves *transsexual." "Transsexual," Frankie repeated. "So there is a word for it." "Oh honey, there's a word for everything on God's green earth. And if there isn't, we can just make one up.

I just think that funerals are a lot like death itself. You can have your wishes, your plans, but at the end of the day, it's out of your control.

It's okay," he tells me, "if you want to go. Everyone wants you to stay. I want you to stay more than I've ever wanted anything in my life." His voice cracks with emotion. He stops, takes a breath, and continues. "But that's what I want and I could see why it might not be what you want. So I just wanted to tell you that I understand if you go. It's okay if you have to leave us. It's okay if you want to stop Fighting.

Não sinto apenas a dor física, mas tudo o que perdi, que é profundo, catastrófico e que deixará uma cratera em mim que nada poderá preencher. Mas também sinto tudo o que tenho na minha vida, que inclui tudo o que perdi, assim como o grande desconhecido daquilo que a vida ainda poderá trazer-me.

It's okay," he tells me. "If you want to go. Everyone wants you to stay. I want you to stay more than I've ever wanted anything in my life." His voice cracks with emotion. He stops, clears his throat, takes a breath, and continues." But that's what I want and I could see why it might not be what you want. So I just wanted to tell you that I understand if you go. It's okay if you have to leave us. It's okay if you want to stop fighting".

I'm kind of getting the concept of closure. It's no big dramatic before-after. It's more like that melancholy feeling you get at the end of a really good vacation. Something special is ending, and you're sad, but you can't be that sad because, hey, it was good while it lasted, and there'll be other vacations, other good times.

The day is ending; it's not coming back.

There's a difference between losing something you knew you had and losing something you discovered you had. One is a disappointment. The other is truly a loss.