Quotes About Acceptance

What's in a name?" rumbled Iago. "People will call you whatever they want. New owner, new name. If it bothers you, you oughtn't come when you're called. They'll learn eventually. I rarely come trotting when someone hollers for me. That's all a name's for, in the end.

love may unclose itself between any number of seemingly upside-down and turned-around folk.

Still, he's a good sort, even if he grumbles about having to wear the tiara.

You can't blame a book for its story.

I always die at the end," he whispers, and he is afraid now, his hands shaking. "It is always like this. It is never easy".

St. Oscar says SCRAM to all that. Just be trash together and love as long as you can and then stop when you can't anymore and be trash separately.

Equally dead, equally bound. You will live as you live anywhere. With difficulty, and grief.

He would say it all, except for the wishing she was a boy part, without crying or wobbling. The girls would look at him with such powerful love and gratitude that he would turn into a different person, a better person, the perfect person. All he needed was that one look and he could live forever.

His parties have room for all. Come on in. Nobody to look at you funny in here. Nobody to tell you not to have that drink, kiss that fella, smash that chair, light that chandelier on fire. Do it all. Do it all forever.

You have to be able to see the world as a whole to bear it—to see the Queerness that moves in every bit

But the birch tree reminded me of how large the world was and how unimportant was my place in it. It became a reminder: to let things be what they were, to live unsentimentally. To pare away the unnecessary neuroses, the compulsion to be at the center of every thought; to look at the world without the intervening lens of self.

being in love can be frightening,and sometimes its easier to fight it than it is to face it.

Wait, go back to that Southern Baptist part," Julia said, interrupting, as she does. "Are you a born-again?" articulating her question as if she were asking me if I were really a headhunter or a Martian. "Yes," I said, "but I'm not an asshole. At least not theologically speaking.

My peace, my companionship," Olivia said softly, "come from my surety that the Lord loves me. Surety that because I've asked, believing He's redeemed me, He's also forgiven me and accepts me—now, as I am. He lives inside me, walks beside me, in the form of His Holy Spirit. He holds my heart, my life. He is my heart, my life." As

Never is a man more ready to accept the Lord than when he faces his own mortality.

I'm lucky that my real-life Mom has both a great sense of humor about herself and an amazing ability to slip into complete denial if the subject matter gets a little too close to home.

People can get used to almost anything.

There will always be people for and against you, and its pointless wasting time trying to win over some of the people who are against you. Spend time with people who are for you. Those realtionships are worth it.

Closure was a dumb notion made up by psychologists who justified people going to them for ever, the concept that one day you'd get over something and be able to say, 'OK, that's in the past, I'm better, I've moved on.' Bullshit.

is that we don't always get what we deserve but we have to learn to live with what we get.

As the poet Prageeta Sharma said, Americans have an expiration date on race the way they do for grief. At some point, they expect you to get over it.

not (the curse of anyone nonwhite is that you are so busy arguing what you're not that you never arrive at what you are).

You know, I don't think she ever lost her shit around her white friends." "Yeah, well," Erin said ruefully, "we were family.

If you can't handle me in sweatpants, you don't deserve me in stilettos