Quotes About Acceptance

You don't have to be searching to find what you need.

His first thought as he stared death in the face was that he was never going to meet his daughter. At least not on this side of the Fade. His second and final was that he couldn't believe he'd never told Blay he loved him. In all the minutes and hours and nights of his life, in all the words he'd spoken to the male over the years they'd known each other, he'd only ever pushed him away. And now it was too late.

Isn't it wonderful not to have to be perfect to be loved?

Good. We're done." Wrath shook his head ruefully. "And shit, you think you have problems? At least you don't have to go back home with that." As

Qhuinn was a male's male. And not just because he was a fighter and had a mate who was a dude. Yeah

I learned long ago never to predict. All you can do is influence what you can and endure the rest.

Z knew the fed EX-tinction package had arrived and wasn't ready to take delivery

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.

As much as you wanted someone to change and believed they could, they were in control of their life. Not you. And you could throw yourself against the wall of their choices until you were black-and-blue and dizzy as hell, but unless they decided to take a different road, the outcome wasn't going to be what you wanted.

Trez looked at his hands. "I didn't ask for this." "No one asks for life." The executioner hiked iAm's body up higher. "And sometimes they do not ask for death.

Your understanding is not required. Reality really doesn't give a shit about rational and reasonable.

Okay, brace yourself." Phury scrubbed his face with his palms. "Why?" "Because…I think I'm going to try to hug you.

I'm going bald!

True enough. I say this all the time. Trez looked at his hands. "I didn't ask for this." "No one asks for life." The executioner hiked iAm's body up higher. "And sometimes they do not ask for death...

Not the point. No offense, but these are wicked Village People.

Zsadist scese dall'auto e girò intorno al baule. Dopo un secolo in cui per scelta era sempre stato a stecchetto, adesso aveva messo su dodici chili abbondanti sui suoi quasi due metri di altezza. La cicatrice in faccia restava evidente, così come le fasce che gli avevano tatuato intorno al collo e ai polsi quand'era uno schiavo di sangue, ma grazie a Bella, la sua shellan, i suoi occhi non erano più due pozzi neri d'odio. Quasi più.

Yet she was still alive and she was here. Looking at herself in the mirror. And for the first time in her life, she respected what she saw. Bowing to her reflection, she said softly, "Pleased to meet you.

But in his soul, he had been a fighter stuck in a desk job. Resentment had made him edgy, and even though he hadn't been aware of it, he had had his eye on the exit every single night. No sight. No exit. And what if that was actually…okay. What if those Hallmark motherfuckers were right. Door closes, window opens.

The old-school Italians turned out to be a lot like Shadows: closed off to outsiders, proud of their traditions, suspicious of people they didn't know. But once you were in with them? Once you proved yourself and were accepted? They were so loyal and generous it was almost like they weren't humans at all. In fact, to him, proper Italians had become a subspecies apart from the other rats without tails on the planet.

La tragedia, como el amor, hace que la gente se vuelva ciega.

Não me apaixonarei por ti. – disse ela. – Não posso permitir isso. Não posso. – Está bem. O meu amor chega para os dois.

There were times in life when, as much as you wanted to fight for something, you just had to let it go. You didn't have to like the failure. You didn't have to feel really fucking great about the way things turned out. And you certainly didn't walk away from the shit scot-free, without being seriously damaged by the loss, crippled even. But you needed to let that stuff go, because expending the energy wasn't going to get you anywhere, and you might as well get on with getting used to the loss.

And now that the Fade was upon him, he was resigned to his death.

I can understand, but