Quotes About Acceptance

Fine. It was Goddamn Cat, then.

After all, tragedy didn't discriminate, so everyone was subject to the same whims of fate. No matter what your skin color was or how much money you had, whether you were gay or straight, or an atheist or a true believer, from where she stood, everyone was equal. And loved by someone, somewhere.

Michael Rafferty was a good man. A solid man. He was never going to be Hugh Jackman handsome or Bill Gates rich or King of England powerful. But he was hers and he was Sean's and that was more than enough

I can't go back, Lane. I'm sorry. I just can't." He fell silent. And then after a long while, he nodded. "All right, but can I ask you for one thing?" No. "Yes." "Just don't hate me anymore. I'm doing plenty of that on my own time.

Death was one sure way to find peace, Rhage thought. And everyone died. Even vampires. Eventually.

Blay found himself envying the couple a little. Not about the familial estrangement, for sure. But God ... to be able to be seen with your mate in public, show your love for them, have your relationship respected by everyone else? Heterosexual couples took that for granted because they never knew anything different. Their unions were sanctioned by the glymera, even if the pairs were not in love, or were cheating on each other or were otherwise a fraud. Two males? Hah.

Maybe he had to stop thinking TVs were sending him messages. Because this was a dumb fucking idea.

Sometimes strength rested not in resistance, but in the release of arms against a foe of one's own creation.

If deaths came in threes . . . he thought numbly. Who was going to be the third one?

We don't get to pick who we fall for…you were not wrong in loving him, true? That part, no one can blame you for…and you've suffered enough. He

Sometimes the changes in life came at you so fast, and with such fury, there was no way to keep up with reality. It took time for things to sink in, the new equilibrium establishing itself only after some period of your brain sloshing back and forth against the walls of your head. He was still in the slosh zone.

My twin's not broken; he's ruined Do you understand the difference? With Broken maybe you can fix things; Ruined all you can do is wait to bury him -Phury to Bella

Just because you moved on didn't mean you shed your personal history like a suit of clothes. Your past was the same as your skin: with you for life, both the proverbial beauty marks . . . and the scars.

Letting go meant you accepted what couldn't be changed. You didn't try to hold on to hope in order to coerce a change in fortune...nor did you battle against superior forces of fate and try to make them capitulate to your will...nor did you beg for salvation because you assumed you knew better. Letting go meant you stared at what was before you with clear eyes, recognizing that unfettered choice was the exception and destiny the rule.

I love you. You are my heart beating outside of my chest. I don't care who you are mated to, or whether they have blond hair or black hair, blue or green eyes, male or female parts—as long as you are happy, that's all I worry about. I want for you what you want for yourself. I love you, Blaylock—I love you.

I'm proud of you. And I love you," Blay repeated. "Always. Forget about your old family…you have me now. I am your family.

Blay thought of the text that he didn't intend to ignore. "You suck." "Yes, I do, don't I." Qhuinn licked his lips. "And you like me to.

Here was the thing: People felt the way they did and it wasn't their fault or yours if the connection was one-sided. It just . . . was.

The past is what it is—good and bad, it's written and unchanging. And there's solace to be had in that.

He tapped the artificial leg. "I am not whole." True, she thought sadly. He was not whole, although it had nothing to do with him missing part of a limb.

Wrath to Butch : I always knew you were a royal; just didn't think it went past the pain-in-the-ass part is all.

I'm not scared of death, it's the suffering that bothers me—and I know I can help that. It's the journey, not the outcome, that I can change, if that makes sense.

Here's what I know to be true. We can bury the past all we like. We can use a hundred thousand distractions, some of which are healthy, some of which are not, to keep it under the ground—but when something isn't processed, it will absolutely, positively come back and bite us on the ass.

I just…I love you. Even though I'm broken