Quotes About Acceptance

I learned long ago that loss is not only probable but inevitable.

The stark gray sky and bare tree limbs feel more suited to her than the uncomplicated promise of sunny spring days.

And this is where we belong." "No, it isn't. It's just where we ended up.

Regret?" Vivian raises her shoulders in a shrug. "I'm not sure what good it is to regret.

Molly learned long ago that a lot of the heartbreak and betrayal that other people fear their entire lives, she has already faced. Father dead. Mother off the deep end. Shuttled around and rejected time and time again. And still she breathes and sleeps and grows taller. She wakes up every morning and puts on clothes. So when she says it's okay, what she means is that she knows she can survive just about anything. And

Now Molly takes the knife and pokes it through the tape of the box Vivian has chosen: 1929–1930. Vivian, sitting on a wooden chest, waits patiently. After opening the flaps, Molly lifts out a mustard-colored coat, and Vivian scowls. "Mercy sake," she says. "I can't believe I saved that coat. I always hated it.

he doesn't approve but will deal with it later, "is that what they're doing? Asking for handouts?" "They just want to be treated fairly," a kid in the back says. "But what does that mean? And where does it end?" another kid asks. As others join the conversation, Megan turns in her seat and squints at Molly, as if noticing her for the first time. "An Indian, huh. That's cool," she whispers. "Like Molly Molasses, right?

Si no puedes reírte de ti misma, vas a tener una vida muy complicada.

Mrs. Scatcherd says we should make a clean slate," I say. "Let go of the past." "I can let go of the past, no problem." He picks up the wool blanket that has fallen to the floor and tucks it around the lump of Carmine's body, covering the parts that are exposed. "But I don't want to forget everything.

What I couldn't see is that sometimes the healing is not in the forgetting but in the letting go.

Fanny gives me a long hug. She holds my face in her small cold hands. "You are a good girl, Niamh," she says. "Don't let anybody tell you different.

It's all part of Dina's unwavering message: Be grateful. Dress like a normal person. Don't have opinions. Eat the food that's put in front of you. Molly

Sometimes you don't look for perfect. Sometimes enough is the most you can hope for.

No substitute for the living, perhaps, but I wasn't given a choice. I could take solace in their presence or I could fall down in a heap, lamenting what I'd lost.

Aprendí hace mucho que la pérdida no solo es probable, sino inevitable.

I could either wait it out or pack my bags, but I could't force a confrontation with a man who refused to be confronted. So I did what a lot of women do: I kept my head in the sand. And I waited for winter to be over.

the pain of the constant, bone-chilling loneliness she'd accustomed herself to. And learned to live with it.

You can't put a Band-Aid on every boo-boo you've made some just need time to heal...

You always fear when you're making a movie that has a moral to the story that people are going to reject the idea of being taught a lesson.

When I Am Dead, My Dearest When I am dead, my dearest, Sing no sad songs for me; Plant thou no roses at my head, Nor shady cypress-tree: Be the green grass above me With showers and dewdrops wet; And if thou wilt, remember, And if thou wilt, forget. I shall not see the shadows, I shall not feel the rain; I shall not hear the nightingale Sing on, as if in pain: And dreaming through the twilight That doth not rise nor set, Haply I may remember, And haply may forget.

Yet if you should forget me for a while And afterwards remember, do not grieve: For if the darkness and corruption leave A vestige of thoughts that I once had, Better by far you should forget and smile Than that you should remember and be sad.

For if the darkness and corruption leave A vestige of the thoughts that once I had, Better by far you should forget and smile Than that you should remember and be sad.

I love you, I love men and women, I love little children and all innocent things, I love, I feel I am love itself—how could I pick out a woman who would hate me so much!

Our old age is perhaps life's decision about us—" or, worse, the decision we have made about ourselves without ever realizing we were making it.