Quotes About Acceptance

Angie looked at her. There was a heavy sadness in her eyes. "I wish I could make everything okay. But some dreams just pass us by. It's the way life is.

she'd always believed that she didn't belong. It was, she realized, an ugly bit of baggage that she'd carried here from her youth, and she'd been so damned busy hanging on to it that she'd failed to notice that the bags were empty.

Love rips the shit out of you and puts you back together like a broken toy, with all kinds of cracks and jagged edges. It's not about the falling in love. It's about the landing

All her life she had waited—longed for—people to love her, but now she saw what really mattered. She had known love, been blessed by it.

He sighed. "Sometimes life kicks the shit out of you; that's all. It's like the Stones said: You can't always get what you want.

Life changes, whether you want it to or not.

The past has a clarity I can no longer see in the present. I want to imagine there will be peace when I am gone, that I will see all of the people I have loved and lost. At least that I will be forgiven.

She cried at last, for all the times she'd had been with her father and all the times she hadn't, and for all the times she never would be. When the tears had worn themselves out and left her dry, she got unsteadily to her feet.

If nothing else, this pause has given me that: a lens through which to view my previous life. It's not forgiveness. Not even near that yet, but it is … acceptance, and that's better than nothing.

Rose, who spoke for the first time about her own lost children, had showed Elsa that grief could be borne one day, one chore, at a time.

She refused to let one man's prejudice hurt them after all they'd been through to get here. She was angry that Loreda and Ant had experienced such baseless prejudice, but life was full of such injustice.

Vianne worried about her constantly, but there was nothing to be done about worry; it had to be borne.

She'd even thought she was ready for it—this beginning of the end—but now she saw her naïveté. There was no "ready" for death, especially not when it came for a young man you loved.

Forgiveness doesn't matter, does it, Dean? When a thing is done, it's done. You can't unring a bell.

I want to imagine there will be peace when I am gone, that I will see all of the people I have loved and lost. At least that I will be forgiven. I know better, though, don't I?

The truth is, I knew loss. I didn't know grief. Now, I do.

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. Maybe

Even if I could forgive him, how would I forget?

Before this trip and all that she'd learned about the three of them, she would have gotten angry or changed the subject. Anything to obscure the pain she felt. Now she knew better. You carried your pain with you in life. There was no outrunning it.

she would do anything, suffer anything, to be loved, even if it was just for a night.

Matthew grieved for the mother he'd had. He figured Leni would grieve for the dad she wanted.

Best friends forever. They'd believed it would last, that vow, that someday they'd be old women, sitting in their rocking chairs on a creaking deck, talking about the times of their lives, and laughing. Now she knew better, of course. For more than a year she'd been telling herself it was okay, that she could go on without a best friend. Sometimes she even believed it.

Two choices: ask for honesty and try to roll with unwanted truths or stick your head in the sand and be lied to.

But no matter how hard they all tried to be normal, their life was a dirty window that couldn't be wiped clean. Everything, every moment, was coated by illness.