Quotes About Acceptance

Becoming whole means we recognize our dark, kinky side, and that we not only accept it, forgive it, and take responsibility for it, but that we love it, enjoy its antics, and finally integrate it into our whole being.

What I'm suggesting is: Just let failure and humiliation (and all the "bad stuff"—anxiety and scarcity and fat and wrinkles and pain and ultimately death itself) be the cherished beloveds that they already are to you.

We begin to become divine by learning to love like the divine loves. And how does the divine love? It loves everyone-including you-freely and without conditions.

Home is where they have to accept you.

Tell me, Sarah Booth, is it your body that's hurt or your heart?" "Whatever it is, it'll mend.

Sometimes, you just have to walk away and never look back.

Relationships are complicated, but happiness in a relationship isn't: It's just wanting exactly what you have. Wanting something else is dispiriting.

Other people's judgements are the mosquitoes of being human.

If an animal is designed by nature to have claws it ought to keep them, and if men come with quirks that they are incapable of changing, well, a certain amount of quietude and even peace can be achieved by just realizing that it's all inherent in the beast. [p. 173]

Yesterday was one of those days when nothing went right, and I wouldn't have noticed it if it had.

You know, you're not so bad when you try to be nice." "It's not easy." He looked down as he brought the end of the towel around his hip. "Damn thing's pink." The corner of her mouth twitched. "You're man enough to carry it off. Or are you afraid you aren't pretty in pink?" "Baby, I'm so pretty in pink, I'm worried you won't be able to help yourself.

You have to have the kind of body that doesn't need a girdle in order to get to pose in one.

Okay," I gasp. "I can't really breathe, but other than that, okay." "Breathing's overrated," Gabriel advises me."I'm discovering that right about now with this damn tie.

I like the flaws best," Sam said. "They make her real.

Josh is loving and kind, and he knows me better than anyone. He knows the real me, and he likes me for who I am. Josh is...Josh. And now he's gone. I press my wet face into my pillow. This is what heartbreak feels like.

It occurs to me for the first time that Lorelei is getting older—she must be eight years old by now—and that I may not have unlimited time to conduct my research. Or to enjoy the quiet pleasure of her company. I will lose her someday, that much is certain, and it makes me ache to think of it. But, as all dog owners must, I put the thought quickly out of my mind.

It may not be terribly fruitful to rearrange deck chairs on the Titanic, but that doesn't mean it isn't satisfying.

I'm not going to feel guilty for wanting the things that everyone wants.

None of us deserve the forgiveness we've been given, either by people or by God. I have to forgive you.

Letting ourselves be where we are leads us someplace new. Keeping ourselves locked where we wish we were, leads to stagnation.

We come in many different shapes and sizes, and we need to support each other and our differences. Our beauty is in our differences.

Eating is not a crime. It's not a moral issue. It's normal. It's enjoyable. It just is.

And each time she did, he would cry the way he had cried at his wife's funeral, understanding at last that grief is not accountable, that it lives wherever it chooses, and that the worst thing is this: after the first time, one always has the memory of it.

I am a horrible visual artist. I can't fix a car, sew, knit, cook, etc. Statistically, there is more I don't do than do.