Quotes About Acceptance

I guess I just mean that sometimes your mom says that things will be better for you in the future. And I think they will, Frankie. I think you're really smart and I think you'll do fine. But I also think it's not so bad if you never quite feel right in this world. It's still worth hanging around. You just have to look harder to find the things you love." "Okay," I said. I kind of wanted to hug him.

My mom had once told me that being a mother was made up of "regret and then forgetting about that regret sometimes.

But do you enjoy it?" Annie asked. Raven stared at Annie's reflection in the mirror. "I don't hate it," Raven said. "You spend enough time with anything, that's all you can really ask for.

Here's the thing, sweetie. If you love something, you can't think too much about what went into making it or the circumstances around it. You just have to, I don't know, love the thing as it is. And then it's just for you, right?

feeling the world flatten out. I started to care less about the future. I cared more about making the present tolerable. And time passed.

even though I actually did not like to be touched, I just let it happen. I allowed it. It was fine.

But I also think it's not so bad if you never quite feel right in this world. It's still worth hanging around. You just have to look harder to find the things you love.

it made me feel, for the first time, that maybe it was dumb to be embarrassed about weird things if you were really good at them. Or not good. If they made you happy.

Sometimes you took care of people by not letting them know how badly you wanted your life to be different.

I was ten when Mike Smiley, half-Indian, skinny, brown-skinned, brought the word jigaboo to school like lunch, or the flu, fed him by his adopted white father who said that's what we called them then. By noon it was done--everyone had a name for what had been bothering them, some thing utterly human as hate.

I am no longer ashamed how for weeks, after, I wanted to be dead--not to die, mind you, or do myself in--but to be there already, walking amongst all those I'd lost, to join the throng singing, if that's what there is-- or the nothing, the gnawing-- So be it.

Did Dolezal really fool those black folks around her? I have a strange feeling she didn't, that many simply humored her. You have to do this with white people, from time to time.

Soon I realized that if beauty equalled forgiveness, I was never going to be forgiven.

Even as the stone of the fruit must break, that its heart may stand in the sun, so must you know pain.... [A]ccept the seasons of your heart, even as you have always accepted the seasons that pass over your fields....

[A]ccept the seasons of your heart, even as you have always accepted the seasons that pass over your fields....

Beyond ?abr there is yet another stage of submission to and satisfaction with the Will of Allah; and that is the core of ri??' bi'l-qa??'. Try to focus your vision on that. Attempt to perceive the goodness which Allah has placed for you in any apparently adverse situation. For

little mother of ancient days: Thou hast cunningly dyed thy hair but consider That thy bent back will never be straight!

The world forgives a drunkard.

I believe I did succeed in making Indian uslims look upon me as a friend: when I was nominated to be a member of the Rajya Sabha many said, "We have another Muslim in Parliament." Others who disliked my views called me an unpaid agent of Pakistan. I treated both views as compliments.

She had many shortcomings, but perhaps that alone was what made her human. She may not have been a likeable person, but she was, in her own way, a woman to be loved and admired.

There is no crime in anyone's blood any more than there is goodness in the blood of others

Because sex has been condemned and suppressed, 'it has become an obsession, a disease, a perversion', says the Acharya, and advises us to 'accept sex with joy.

I ask for nothing. / In return I give All. / There is no earning my Love. / No work needed, no effort / Save to listen to what is already heard, / To see what is already seen. / To know what is already known. / Do I seem to ask too little? / Would you give although I ask not? / Then this you can give me and I will accept. / I will take your heart. / You will find it waiting for you / When you return.

A mind may know a thing, the spirit may embrace it, but the voice that chatters in the head clings ever to shameful beliefs.