Quotes About Acceptance

To be beautiful you had to be willowy and tall. When you were as short as Clary was, just over five feet, you were cute. Not pretty or beautiful, but cute.

Such harsh truths so early in the morning cannot be good for digestion." - Will Herondale

Clary and Simon continued to stare judgmentally. It made Simon very happy. Judging people together was an essential part of best friendship.

Ragnor's important business was probably getting together to write a burn book with Raphael. Magnus could see them now, sharing a bench and scribbling happily away about Magnus's stupid hair.

When you want something very much, you are willing to accept the shadow of that thing. Even if it is just a shadow.

Simon looked down at himself and took it all in. The billows of the shirt. The deep, chest-exposing V. The tightness of the leather. "Why is it," he said after a moment, "that whenever I think I've found the most terrible thing that could happen to me, I'm always wrong.

Love, real love, is being seen. Being known. Knowing the ugliest part of someone, and loving them anyway. And... I guess I think two people in love become something else, something more than the sum of their parts, you know? That it must be like you're creating a new world that exists just for the two of you. You're gods of your own pocket universe.

Something inside Clary cracked and broke, and words came pouring out. 'What do you want me to tell you? The truth? The truth is that I love Simon like I should love you, and I wish he was my brother and you weren't, but I can't do anything about that and neither can you!

Drag all the skeletons out where we can see 'em," she said softly."That's the only way to get rid of them. They hate the sun light.

It was revolting that I had been like that. Shameful. Disgraceful, in the old-time sense of the word. And what was even worse? That I could now see myself so wretchedly clearly. I had changed, I recognized bitterly.I hated that I could see myself as I was. What a terrible thing to know. I would never be able to not know it, to forget it.I didn't see how I could ever forgive River for that.

I can't help who I am," I pointed out. "i mean, do you think I should just hide?" I tapped one finger against my chin. "Gee, if only there was some place , some safe place, like in the middle of freaking nowhere , where I could surround myself with strong immortals and maybe learn how to protect myself and...oh, wait!" I looked at Solis, my eyes wide with excitement. "Oh my God--that sounds like here ! It sounds like I'm already actually doing exactly what you thing I should be doing! Awesome!

Tus labios son demasiado delgados, eres demasiado alto, y tu pelo realmente es más parduzco, no dorado. ¡Tus ojos son pequeños y eres bizco!

If you can change things, change them, but don't waste time worrying about things you can't change.

Melancholy in this sense is the character of Mortality.'34 'And he that knows not this, & is not armed to endure it, is not fit to live in this world.'35

I'm not quite in the grave yet, darling. I just have my reservation confirmed.

Quando amamos alguém,as imperfeições não existem, e mesmo que as vejamos, achamo-as bonitas

Bad things happen, Mathew. We can't see them coming, and there's often nothing we can do to prevent them. But that doesn't mean we shouldn't all live life to its fullest.

Henry jerked up his left suspender and raked his hand through his hair, looking at the hole Rachel had shot in the puncheon. "What in hell you gonna tell people happened to your floor, missy?" Rachel smiled. "Why, I'll tell them how quick you got in and fixed it, Henry. We can't have holes in the floor, can we?

Something deep within Loretta knotted, twisted. She hugged her middle and tried desperately not to think, to deny the reality she could not accept, that Hunter, the legendary killer, was a man who thought, and felt, and loved--just like any other. He even mourned a dead wife. He was also a man true to his word. He had promised to defend her, and he had.

God gave us tears to wash away the pain. It's okay to cry, even if you're a guy, because there's no shame in loving people and feeling really sad when you lose them. Every tear tells the world how much you cared.

She realized now that there was no good or bad, no right or wrong, just people fighting for their lives. Wonderful people, who lived and loved and laughed.

She has touched me. My hatred for her has gone the way of the wind.

Perhaps we have acted wrongly, sending you to fetch her. Perhaps it was meant for her to come of her own free will." Hunter swallowed back an argument. Though he didn't believe his little blue-eyes would ever return to Comancheria freely, his parents had agreed that he should take her home, and that was enough. "What will lead her back to me, pia ?" Woman with Many Robes smiled. "Fate, Hunter. It guides our footsteps. It will guide hers.

It will be well. My people will accept. You are one with them now, the wife of a warrior. In time, you will want to be beside me. Your fear will leave. You will see. Until then, this Comanche will wait, eh?