Quotes About Acceptance

Maybe that was how it would be

Not that this seemed like a good thing at the time, mind you. I mean, I knew I was supposed to see my future on a body that held a uterus. I didn't want to be gay. I knew how hard it would be Ã¢â'¬Â¦ that it would mean giving up the American Dream—kids, a house in the suburbs, my own family. It tore me up inside." Dean had never thought about that, about what it really meant to be gay. To have to choose between who you were and who the world thought you should be.

Once you've decided to die, the plan gets easy

Well, sir. I reckon you leave when you just can't stand your life where it is.

so I put up with his controlling ways. What do I care

Once you're ready to die, the plan gets easy

what matters, and it is not what I have lost. It is my memories. Wounds

Her biggest failure had been an inability to love herself as well as she'd loved her family.

Slowly, Kate took off her robe and peeled out of her nightgown, trying not to notice how white and sticklike her legs were. Even worse was the battlefield that had been her breasts. She looked ruined, like a little boy, only there were the scars.

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.

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. I

My life. It's enough.

When she was little, Elizabeth had often cried when her mama's favorite flowers wilted and died. Now, though, as a woman full grown, she understood the importance of rest. It was the very bleakness of winter that made spring possible.

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

Sometimes you simply made the wrong choice and you had to live with it.

Heartache had been a part of her life so long it had become as familiar as the color of her hair or the slight curve in her spine.

Being alone in a crowd is the worst, I think. Everyone belongs somewhere except you.

Leni thought maybe that he would haunt her. Not just him, but the idea of him, the sad and scary truth that you could love and hate the same person at the same time, that you could feel a deep and abiding loss and shame for your own weakness and still be glad that this awful thing had been done.

Well, I won't get help standing here wishing life were different.

She had made a terrible, grievous mistake. She couldn't take it back, however much she might hope for such a chance; she couldn't undo it, but a good woman would accept responsibility—and blame—and apologize. Whatever else she was or wasn't, whatever her failings, she intended to be a good woman.

Life doesn't work out the way we plan, but maybe it works out the way it's supposed to after all.

You can't judge a person by their language or their place of origin—though it seems that each new generation insists upon learning that lesson for itself.

But the forest knew no difference when it came to race, religion, or gender; it smiled and frowned upon all of them in equal measure,

So you can't compare the present with the past, not really, because you're a different person than you were [when Patrick was alive]. You have to look forward to the things you want, not back at the things you once had.