Quotes About Acceptance

There will be mistakes, and maybe the point is not to forget the rest of yourself if one little part might go bad.

You re­al­ize that our mis­trust of the fu­ture makes it hard to give up the past.

I just couldn't go there yet. Settle for less. I didn't want to process through anything. I didn't want to pick up any pieces. Lower my expectations. Get on with my less-than life. I didn't want to feel better about being still alive. Start compensating.

The hardest blessing you give up is silence.

This should be my favorite part, being held and crying with Big Bob without hope. We all work so hard all the time. This is the only place I ever really relax and give up.

How could you let me love something that was going to die?

It's just such a big commitment, Brandy says, being a girl, you know. Forever. Taking the hormones. For the rest of her life. The pills, the patches, the injections, for the rest of her life. And what if there was someone, just one person who would love her, who could make her life happy, just the way she was, without the hormones and make-up and the clothes and shoes and surgery? She has to at least look around the world a little.

And when they're old enough I'm going to tell my little girls that everybody looks a little crazy if you're looking close enough, and if, you can't look that close then you don't really love them. All the while life goes around. And if you keep waiting for somebody perfect you'll never find love, because it's how much you love them is what makes them perfect.

Ev­ery last minute of my life has been pre­or­dained, and I'm sick and tired of it.

The third most boring thing in the entire world is your sorry-assed past.

Time legitimizes the outrageous.

Jump ahead ten years, and not much has changed. Ten years of ther­apy, and I'm still in about the same place. This prob­ably isn't some­thing we should cel­ebrate.

You can't be beautiful, Brandy says about a thousand times, until you feel beautiful.

Marla's philosophy of life, she told me, is that she can die at any moment. The tragedy of her life is that she doesn't.

What if all of our anger and fear is unwarranted? What if world events are unfolding in perfect order to deliver us to a distant joy we can't conceive of at this time?

If she was going to die, Marla didn't want to know about it.

Cancer will be like that, I tell Marla. There will be mistakes, and maybe the point is not to forget the rest of yourself if one little part might go bad.

By bitching and bitching and bitching, they could exhaust the drama of their own horror stories. Grow bored. Only then could they accept a new story for their lives. Move forward.

Can you just re­lax and let things hap­pen?

You don't have to con­trol ev­ery­thing," she says. "You can't con­trol ev­ery­thing.

Ac­cord­ing to the agent, the se­cret to get­ting fa­mous is you just keep say­ing yes.

No, it's not fair, but what makes earth feel like Hell is our expectation that it should feel like Heaven. Earth is earth. Dead is dead. You'll find out for yourself soon enough.

People accepted the worst from each other, screaming and slapping. Divorce and abortion were never a plot option. If this was love or just inertia, Misty couldn't tell.

This isn't anywhere I haven't been before. I've given up. In words muffled with exhaustion I whisper a prayer for my heart to stop.