Quotes About Acceptance

their eager eyes unlocking the secrets of the human form. who could just look at it as it is, without prettying it up or emphasizing its awfulness

She was used to taking the world as it was, she'd never have guessed you could get what you wanted by asking for it.

Her body felt like it'd been beaten with a hose. This must be what it felt like to get old. It wasn't that your body fell apart from living so long. It was that you had to take so many stompings from life that you'd be happy when the time came to close your eyes and never open them again.

Things touched Claire. Maybe too much, but at least they touched her. She couldn't twist things around in her mind, make the ends come out right.

don't turn over rocks if you don't want to see the pale creatures who live underneath them.

I gazed up as if I hadn't heard, but what I was thinking was, tell me more about the pretty girls. I was embarrassed for wanting it, it was base, what did pretty matter? I had thought that so many times with my mother. A person didn't need to be beautiful, they just needed to be loved. But I couldn't help wanting it. If that was the way I could be loved, to be beautiful, I'd take it.

It was that you had to take so many stompings from life that you'd be happy when the time came to close your eyes and never open them ever again

Well, the universe had spoken. There was no one left to turn to.

I wasn't beautiful anymore. Now I looked like what I was, a raw wound.

Loneliness was the human condition, I had to get used to it.

People just wanted to be loved. That

Are you gay?' Paul Trout asked me. I shrugged. Maybe that would be better. I thought back to how I felt when Olivia danced with me, and the time Claire kissed me on the lips. I didn't know. People just wanted to be loved. That was the things about words, they were clear and specific -- chair, eye, stone -- but when you talked about feelings, words were too stiff, they were this and not that, they couldn't include all the meanings.

Wat was trouwens onkruid? Een plant die niemand plantte? Een zaadje ontsnapt aan de jas van een reiziger, iets wat er niet thuishoorde? Was het iets wat beter groeide dan wat er had moeten staan? Was het niet gewoon een woord, onkruid, met een sliert aan vooroordelen? Onkruid, onding. Onnuttig. Ongewenst.

That was how you did it. You let go, you left all that behind, you refused to remember. You let the dark in.

But all the if onlys in the world could not change the events of that day, and he had accepted that long ago.

For, of course, at bottom, no subject is naive. Every hoodwinked widow, every deceived lover, every betrayed friend, every subject of writing knows on some level what is in store for him, and remains in the relationship anyway, impelled by something stronger than his reason.

Third, COAs' greatest difficulties are in the area of their relationship with themselves. Their greatest difficulty is the lack of ability to experience themselves as valuable and worthy and lovable. Their greatest assets are a capability of offering you the sense that you are valuable and worthy and lovable. There is much to be gained from being involved with a COA.

Part of learning to count my blessings is accepting that many of them I would not have chosen if

I know that this world holds suffering— and hardship— and sometimes despair. But our God has a gift— a hope and a future for each of us. If only we accept the manner in which it comes: the surrender of our will to His— in faith and obedience.

If anyone deserves the truth, Nanna, a child does. They can accept things, even hurtful things, if they are dealt with honestly, in love

Linux remained where he was, more comfortable with his solitary position at the table than he'd ever been before. He felt a childlike ease, so protected, so accepted he could expose his most hidden weaknesses and fears and uncertainties and know all was well, all forgiven, all blessed. The stone he had carried inside was finally dissolving. Inner wounds were now open to healing light, and the gift of hope was like an illumination around him.

I was stripped to the very essence of my being. He saw all my lies and my failures and all my sinful ways. And yet he loved me still.

I will even admit that spinach, which I hate, might taste good. But I am not sorry that I came with you, Wynn.

Nobody has a completely happy life, unless you're completely imbecilic. Life is mostly pretty awful.