Quotes About Acceptance

I know some people here think we're trying to take over, but we just want to be a part of it. We want to have our stake. This is our home, too.

What I didn't understand—what I suddenly realized now—was that if I stopped moving backwards, trying to recapture the past, there might be a future waiting for me, waiting for us, a future that would reveal itself if only I turned around and looked, and that once I did, I could start to move toward it.

I didn't want to accept that in order to move forward, I had to walk through it. It was so much easier just to believe there was another path I could take around it and that at the end of that path would be the destination I wanted. It would be easier to want to end up at a lie, instead of the truth.

Americans can handle one person from anywhere. They had Desi Arnaz from Cuba. And Tin Tan from México. And Rita Moreno from Puerto Rico. But as soon as there are too many of us, they throw up their hands. No, no, no! We were only just curious. We are not actually interested in you people.

Finding is for things that are lost. You don't need to find me, Mayor.

We're the unknown Americans, the ones no one even wants to know, because they've been told they're supposed to be scared of us and because maybe if they did take the time to get to know us, they might realize that we're not that bad, maybe even that we're a lot like them. And who would they hate then?

I feel like a lot of life is distasteful and embarrassing. And you just push through it. You fix what you can, and you let time pass.

I had the fleeting thought then that we are each of us pathetic in one way or another, and the trick is to marry a person whose patheticness you can tolerate.

I think my mother found her mother-in-law entertaining, and in a person who entertains us, there is much we forgive.

But I never thought of who he wasn't, I never had to explain or defend him to myself, I didn't even care what we talked about.

Could it be that Noah was one of those rare guys who didn't essentially dislike or mock women, and who also didn't ignore our existence, and who also didn't see us primarily as objects of lust? That he was weirdly, disarmingly fine with us?

I bet things would be easier for you if you either realized you're not that weird or decided that being weird isn't bad.

In the end, there was always your regular life, and no one could deal with it but you.

Well, I said, I once heard a smart person point out that it's hard to determine where the dividing line is between cheesiness and acceptable emotional extravagance. He grinned again. I didn't tell you at the time, but I know exactly where that line is. When it's happening to other people, it's cheesy. When it's happening to you, it's wonderful.

I will not be the one it happens to - this is what we all believe, what we must believe to make our way in the world each day. Someone else. Not me. But every once in a while it is you, or someone close enough that it might as well be you. People to whom a terrible thing has never happened trust fate, the notion that what's meant to be will be; the rest of us know better.

Curtis Sittenfeld

his unguarded face is startlingly handsome; the truth is that I still can't believe a hot, smart, kind man loves me back.

now I wonder where I had gotten the idea that for you to participate in a gathering, the other people had to really, really want you to be there and that anything short of rabid enthusiasm on their part meant you'd be a nuisance.

There were many terrible moments, a lifetime of terrible moments really, which is not the same as terrible lifetime.

The room was silent, and then my grandmother said, "I won't claim I've never in my life done anything I'm ashamed of, but I haven't done anything for a good while. If not everyone would agree with the decisions I've made, that's fine. What other people think has never made a situation right or wrong.

We're all being left out one way or the other. The survivors miss being heroes. The heroes miss being alive. The only ones not left out are the ones who never went in.

All will come of its own accord in good time and with abundant fullness, so long as one does not attempt to hoard or cling.

This meant that an object like Brillo Boxes was baptized as 'art' if accepted by museum and gallery directors and purchased by art collectors.

As we admit our inadequacy to run the race alone and accept God's gracious redemption, then the race begins to have meaning, validity, and most of all, freedom.