Quotes About Acceptance

This will always be a place that welcomes each visitor with open arms.

I'm too sensitive for this world. And yet I'm here.

Madness comes to us all. Even you.

I've been in love and it doesn't last. And when it's over, it's hell for a while. And then one discovers that life goes on. Eventually, one falls in love again. This pattern repeats itself until one is too jaded to believe in it anymore, or too old for all the upheaval.

There was fear, of course. That was always with her, something she'd accepted and learned to live with a long time ago. But, right beside it, other emotions were pushing up, fighting for space and light and air. Things like excitement and desire, longing and hope. Agony and uncertainty. Things that made fear seem almost comfortable, like broken-in pair of leather shoes or a perfectly fitted glove. Fear, at least, was familiar.

He likes you," Miss Dove said, sounding surprised. "Yes," Harry answered with an unhappy sigh. He had long ago accepted the fact that cats adored him. The reason, of course, was because both God and cats had the same perverse sense of humor. When the animal buried its claws in his thigh and began to knead with happy abandon, he set his jaw and bore it. "Mr. Pigeon? Rather fitting for you to choose that name, Miss Dove. Both birds, you know.

It's always nice when you do something and it's well received as opposed to the other way which God knows happens to everybody. When the good times come around, you take a deep breath, appreciate it, but not take it too seriously.

If you couldn't face the truth about yourself, then you weren't ready for the truth about anything

Allowing one's self to be forgiven is just as hard as forgiving. Harder in some ways. Because to be forgiven, one first has to admit to being at fault.

Family members must forgive one another.

Is there anything sadder than losers telling themselves that they're fortunate?

Everyone cared what others thought, even those who were defiantly different. They cared more than anyone.

Then the sun finally comes up, and such 3:00 A.M. thoughts are banished, as they should be.   She

acceptable. Some people were just weird. Now anyone who seems the least bit off has to have a label, a diagnosis, be "on the spectrum.

They could not love Rosalind as much as they loved Olivia because they knew she could be taken from them.

It's exhausting, meaning well in a world that assumes you're a pig because of the body you're born into, but then—it's so much

quiet courage. "It's not the courage that allows you to run into a burning building. It's the kind that allows you to accept the unacceptable, bear the unbearable, keep going.

I pushed Liam back, wanting him to fall like I was falling. To feel that instant of confusion, of not being sure where life was leading, but thinking that might be okay.

Mrs. Monaghan says we don't always have to say what we like and what we don't like. We should just practice dealing with it.

Sometimes it's not that you don't want help. It's that you can't bear to be offered help that just keeps turning out not to be enough after all.

People didn't get what they deserved, you couldn't hold off bad luck by being good, you couldn't say you earned your good luck. You just got what you got, and did the best you could, and tried not to be afraid of what might happen next.

This is how it is now. This is my life.

You got to start thinking, and you've got to let go of the idea that you're something special to somebody, because none of us are, and if you don't, if you don't stop dreaming about that, you're going to end up all snap-snap-snapped to pieces.

She swishes her arms back and forth. "Okay." Her voice is small and quiet like a mourning dove, like the soft gray on a mourning dove's back.