Quotes About Acceptance

We long for an affection altogether ignorant of our faults. Heaven has accorded this to us in the uncritical canine attachment.

Animals are such agreeable friends — they ask no questions, they pass no criticisms.

Whether happiness may come or not, one should try and prepare one's self to do without it.

These fellow mortals, every one, must be accepted as they are.

Animals are such agreeable friends?they ask no questions, they pass no criticisms.

Were it not madness to deny To live because we're sure to die?

The best thing we can do if we want the Russians to let us be Americans is to let the Russians be Russian.

George grimaced. "Jack is spoiled. Things are hard for him, but he isn't the only one who doesn't have it easy. He gets away with crazy things because he's a changeling and he's different. Jack could behave better, but he stopped trying. He decided that he's worthless and that nothing he could do would make any difference.

Life is full of surprises," he said. "Try to cope with grace.

I'm not ashamed of my human or my lynx form. I wear clothes because people force me to. I don't need to put on a costume every morning to feel better about myself. -Jack

We let each other be who we are," Curran said. "I don't have to like all of the things she has to do. I love her.

The porch light came on and Aunt B swung the door open. Middle-aged and stout, with graying hair rolled into a bun, she looked like she should be baking cookies, not ruling a brood of social deviants with a penchant for hysterical laughter and kinky sex.

There comes a point where you have to stop trying to repair yourself and accept the fact that you're broken.

There are some women who'd be offended in my place," I told him. "I'm not helpless and I turn into a monster." "Maybe I'm afraid and I want company." He pretended to shiver. "I may need a big strong monster to protect me. You wouldn't leave a defenseless attractive man out on the streets alone, would you?

Being human in our world is synonymous with being included into the framework of society.

Males and farts. Any species, any planet, didn't matter.

Hugh shut his eyes for a long moment. The world was sliding sideways, and he really needed to get a grip. "Who would I be marrying?" "The White Warlock." Hugh's eyes snapped open. "You want me to marry a man?

There comes a point where you have to stop trying to repair yourself and accept the fact that you're broken.

Man can't handle the chaos. Oh, you can understand it in the abstract, as long as you don't think about it too hard. But at the core of it, whenever humans come against chaos, they deal with it in one of three ways. ... Faced with chaos you will either ignore it, dance around it, or you will go mad.

Sentient beings are spectacular liars. We are gifted with an unparalleled ability to deny things that make our life unpleasant. We even pretend death isn't a certainty, because contemplating our own mortality drives us mad.

Some things you simply accepted, the way you accepted the sunrise or the winter cold. They called it lupine fatalism, but in reality it was plain common sense.

We don't live in a safe world. I can't give you the white picket fence, and if I did, you'd set it on fire." True. "Only if I ran out of kindling.

You're out of your league, Curran said. No shit. I really didn't handle this whole thing too well, did I? No, he said. His voice held no sympathy. I wanted to ask for a do-over. I would be more restrained the second time around. Less mouthy. Unfortunately in real life you rarely got a do-over.

Well, if he wasn't dead, he definitely wasn't happy. Great, I've turned into my mother. That's what she would say.