Quotes About Acceptance

The greatest happiness of life is the conviction that we are loved--loved for ourselves, or rather, loved in spite of ourselves.

Zu lieben oder geliebt zu haben genügt. Danach verlangt nichts mehr! In den geheimnisvollen Wendungen des Lebens ist keine weitere Perle mehr zu finden.

Life is messy-- especially now-- it will help if you accept the mess and let it be.

We all make mistakes, its horrible, I can't handle it, there are several things I regret.

Elsa felt a deeply rooted shame in her daughter's rejection. In her hurt, she did what she'd always done: she disappeared. But all the while, she waited, prayed, that both her husband and her daughter would someday see how much she loved them and they would love her in return. Until then, she dared not push too hard or demand too much.

Sometimes we have to forgive the people we love, even if we're mad as hell. That's just how it is.

Grief is a sneaky thing, always coming and going like some guest you didn't invite and can't turn away. She wants this grief, although she'd never admit it. lately, it's the only thing that feels real.

I have spent a lifetime running from it, trying to forget, but now I see what a waste all that was. Antoine was Julien's father in every way that mattered. It is not biology that determines fatherhood. It is love.

To lose love is a terrible thing," Mom said softly. "But to turn away from it is unbearable. Will you spend the rest of your life replaying it in your head? Wondering if you walked away too soon or too easily? Or if you'll ever love anyone that deeply again?

And maybe that was how love was supposed to be, how life unfolded when you lived it long enough. Joy and sadness were part of the package; the trick, perhaps, was to let yourself feel all of it, but to hold on to the joy just a little more tightly because you never knew when a strong heart could just give out.

Her father was dying. Nothing could change that. Words were like pennies, fallen into corners and down the cracks, not worth the effort of collecting.

I look at him, loving this child of mine and knowing my death will devastate him. I don't want him to watch me die by degrees. I don't want that for his daughters, either. I know what it is like; some images, once seen, can never be forgotten. I want them to remember me as I am, not as I will be when the cancer has had its way.

Maybe time didn't heal wounds exactly, but it gave you a kind of armor, or a new perspective. A way to remember with a smile instead of a sob.

we try to knit our lives together, dropped stitches and all. Maybe that's what love is.

Alaska brings out the best and the worst in a man. Maybe if you'd stayed Outside you never would have become who you are now. I know about 'Nam, and it breaks my heart what you boys went through. But you can't handle the dark, can you? It's nothing to be ashamed of. Most folks can't. Accept it and do what's best for your family.

Everyone up here had two stories: the life before and the life now. If you wanted to pray to a weirdo god or live in a school bus or marry a goose, no one in Alaska was going to say crap to you.

What is, is, and what isn't, isn't.

Lost. It makes it sound as if I misplaced my loved ones; perhaps I left them where they don't belong and then turned away, too confused to retrace my steps. They are not lost. Nor are they in a better place. They are gone. As I approach the end of my years, I know that grief, like regret, settles into our DNA and remains forever a part of us.

Stop thinking about what you've lost, and think about what you have left.

They are not lost. Nor are they in a better place. They are gone. As I approach the end of my years, I know that grief, like regret, settles into our DNA and remains forever a part of us.

Johnny looked at her. "I think we can't make people love us." "Including our parents?" Especially our parents.

Sometimes you simply made the wrong choice and you had to live with it. You could only change the future. She

Tragedy was like that, a razor that sliced through time, severing the now from the before, incising the what-might-have-been from reality as cleanly as any surgeon's blade.

Conlan: "She's not Sophia." Angie: "She's somebody's Sophia.