Quotes About Acceptance

She learned then that some relationships ended without fireworks or tears or regret. They ended in silence.

So that was how they would do it, merge back into the driving lane after a blown tire. They would say ordinary things and pretend none of it had happened. Until the next time.

Mama wanted to induct Leni into some terrible, silent club to which Leni didn't want to belong. She didn't want to pretend what had happened was normal, but what was she—a kid—supposed to do about it?

Tully shook her head. "Marah, your mother loves you no matter what and she's proud of you. Believe me, princess, that's the coolest thing in the world.

They just had to muddle along and live in the world presented to them, confused a lot of the time because nothing made sense, but certain of their subterranean place on the food chain.

Love. It was the beginning and the end of everything, the foundation and the ceiling and the air in between. It didn't matter that she was broken and ugly and sick. He loved her and she loved him. 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.

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.

Don't be who you needed to be over there. Come home to the people who love you. I wish to hell I'd figured out a way to do that.

For me, admitting that I won't decorate a tree for Christmas is giving up, and I've never been good at letting go.

Some lives are not ours to hold on to;

Folks who are from the wrong place, or have the wrong color skin, or speak the wrong language, or pray to the wrong God.

Some stories don't have happy endings. Even love stories. Maybe especially love stories." The

He loves a version of me that is incomplete. I always thought it was what I wanted: to be loved and admired. Now I think perhaps I'd like to be known.

When Elsa had lost her third child—a son who never drew breath—it was Rose who held Elsa and let her cry, and said, Some lives are not ours to hold on to; God makes His choices without us.

You can't prepare for losin' someone you love.

They call you names because they don't want to think of you as like them.

She was so tried of begging people to love her

Going through our whole lives, tilling it up, looking for mistakes. It'll kill us.

There is pain you can't outrun, Marah. Maybe you know that now. Some pains you have to look in the eye.

Learn to be happy with real life. Throw away your silly romantic novels.

She was so tired of begging people to love her.

I'm sorry you had to find out about Dad, but maybe it'll help. We're human, Ruby. All of us. Just human.

There was a pain that came with constant disapproval; a sense of having lost something unnamed, unknown. Elsa had survived it by being quiet, by not demanding or seeking attention, by accepting that she was loved, but unliked. The hurt had become so commonplace, she rarely noticed it.

There's no fair in life and death.