Quotes About Acceptance

You need to accept my apology and then let it go. That's the way we're going to do things when we're together. I'm going to fuck up and apologize a lot. You're going to forgive me and let it go.

Family isn't always blood, baby, he said, I was lucky enough to have a woman take me as her child and teach me what family really is. We didnt have much, but we had each other.

Unfortunately, I'm not the greatest catch. None of us are. We're outcasts for a reason.

Finish it Sonia. For You, I'm perfect for you, you keep leaving that part out. I'm not a perfect man, I'm not 'right'. I'm right for you and I'm perfect for you. No One Else.

Since no one's ever fallen in love with me, I think now's a good time. I can go out knowing someone thought I was worth that.

If I'm going to die a really ugly death, it's nice to like the person you're going to share that with.

He knew she was already lost. HIS. He'd never thought he'd really have a chance at finding a woman of his own, one he could love and center his world around, one who would accept him and his fucked-up life, but now that she'd stepped into his world, he knew he wasn't about to let her go.

Once he had told her he wanted her to stay, she'd been lost in the wonder of that. No one ever wanted her. No one.

He preferred curves to supermodel thin. He didn't understand why women were so hard on themselves. Francesca was beautiful and he didn't want a single pound to go away.

I love everything about you. I told myself that was what it was. All those parts separately, that I loved them. I watched you. I am inside your mind. I see who you are. I've decided it isn't about loving every thing about you. It's simply about loving you.

Torpedo Ink welcomes opinions, and we listen to everyone with equal attention. Say what you want, baby. You're free.

You were not born too late, my love. Accept what is and what has been given to us. A great gift, a priceless treasure. I am with you now and for all time.

Arguing with you is going to be a fucking waste of time, isn't it?" She laughed, and the sound slid into his body, an arrow aimed right at his heart. "Yes. You may as well get used to it, honey.

The feelings of conquest and possession mixing with love were a heady combination. Those traits were deep in him and she accepted him without judgment. How could he not be in love with her?

He had enough of bullshit lonely. Of believing he was the devil walking on earth. He might be a monster, but to this one woman, he wasn't that. He hoped the others could take notice and have hope.

He needed a woman strong enough to accept that he would always need his ropes. They anchored him. Centered him. The moment he touched them, those dark shifting shadows inside him subsided.

Timur. She whispered his name. Knowing she shouldn't. Unable to stop herself. She waited until his blue eyes lifted to hers. You're not a psychopath, nor are you what your father tried to shape you into. You're...extraordinary.

His mouth found each of her eyelids, then drifted down her cheek to the corner of her lips. Don't protest. Just listen to me. I'v thought about this for a long time. Your life is in danger. You've accepted that, and you're willing to chance our love. But I couldn't live with your death at my hands. I can't, Isabella. He kissed her mouth, her soft, pliant lips, drawing strength from her, her endless courage becoming his.

They keep me from going off the deep end. Not like you do, but I have to be with them. I AM Torpedo Ink. If you love me, you love the club. It's really that simple.

She didn't want the mask he wore around others. She wanted the true intamacy he had given her, the real Vittorio, the real man. He had offered her that man and she'd been so afraid she'd rejected him.

She was an intelligent woman and she wasn't just going to hand herself over to him because she was tempted. He loved that about her because it meant when she did fully surrender, he'd earned it and he had a much better chance of keeping her when he had to tell her he was a shadow rider and what that meant for both of them.

If tomorrow never comes, today has been all I've ever wanted or needed.

He wanted Shylah to see past his physical appearance to 'him'. He needed her to care who he was.

What had he done to try to save himself? Nothing. He'd done nothing. He'd let fate decide, closing his eyes and giving himself up to the judgment of the universe.