Quotes About Acceptance

When I fell in love it was as though I looked into a mirror for the first time and saw myself. I lifted my hand in wonderment and felt my cheeks, my neck. This was me. And when I had looked at myself and grown accustomed to who I was, I was not afraid to hate parts of me because I wanted to be worthy of the mirror bearer. Then, when I had regarded myself for the first time, I regarded the world and saw it to be more various and beautiful than I thought.

Does the body hate itself so much that it seeks release at any cost?

Boeken zijn werelden. Iemand die leest, heeft geen enkele moeite meerdere universums te accepteren.

Families, real ones, are chairs and tables and the right number of cups, but I had no means of joining one, and no means of dismissing my own.

I thought about the dog and was suddenly very sad; sad about her death, for my death, for all the inevitable dying that comes with change. There's no choice that doesn't mean a loss.

Why be happy when you could be normal ?

Love, known to the person by whom it is inspired, becomes more bearable.

She was dull, unattractive, couldn't tell the time, count money or tie her own shoe laces... But I loved her

Alas, it is when we are beginning to leave this mortal body that it most offends us!

Ah,' thought the king sadly, shrugging his shoulders, I see clearly that if one has a crazy wife, one cannot avoid being a fool.' (Queen Fantasque)

I found that stealing and being beaten went together, and in some way made up a single condition, and that by fulfilling the part of that condition that depended on me, I could leave the care of the other part to my master. From this idea, I set out to steal more calmly than before. I said to myself, What will come of it in the end? I will be beaten. So be it: that's what I am made for

I try to remind myself that we are never promised anything, and that what control we can exert is not over the events that befall us but how we address ourselves to them.

How can you stand to do it? The poor little mouse! Grover shrugged. It's nature, he said. Nature likes the snake just as much as the mouse.

What you get is what you get. What you DO with what you get, though...that's more the point, wouldn't you say -Doon's Father

What you get is what you get. What you do with what you get, though . . . that's more the point, wouldn't you say?

You never really know what's going on with your ceiling until you just give up and lie down on your floor.

I instinctively decided that I would prove that I wasn't different, that it should not be odd to hear me speaking English. From that day forward I lived with this double impulse:the urge to disappear and the desperate desire to be accepted

From that day on, pay of me yearned to be invisible. In a way, nothing would have been nicer than for no one to see me. Although I could not have defined it at the Tom me, I felt if attention were drawn to me, people would see what this girl had first responded to. They wouldn't see me, the would see the slanted - eye face, the Oriental.

That continuous, unnamed ache I had been living with was precise and definable now. Call it the foretaste of being hated. I knew ahead of time that if someone looked at me with hate, I would have to allow it, to swallow it, because something in me, something about me deserved it.

Now she wanted for me the same thing I thought I wanted. Acceptance, in her eyes, was simply another means for survival.

The times I thought I had dreamed it were one way of getting rid of it, part of wanting to lose it, part of what you might call a whole Manzanar mentality I had lived with for twenty-five years. Much more than a remembered place, it had become a state of mind. Now, having seen it, I no longer wanted to lose it or to have those years erased. Having found it, I could say what you can only say when you've truly come to know a place: Farewell

Whoever coined the phrase 'a man's got to play the hand that was dealt him' was most certainly one piss-poor bluffer.

I hate Erma, I told Mom... You have to show compassion for her... She added that you should never hate anyone, even your worst enemies. Everyone has something good about them, she said. You have to find the redeeming quality and love the person for that. Oh yeah? I said. How about Hitler? What was his redeeming quality? Hitler loved dogs, Mom said without hesitation.

Don't be afraid of your dark places," Mom told her. "If you can shine a light on them, you'll find treasure there.