Quotes About Acceptance

Jude, nie próbuj zrobi? tego na siÅ'Ä™. Pozwól, ?eby samo przyszÅ'o.

Er sang sie durch ihre abgrundtiefe Einsamkeit, denn Trauer konnte man nicht verdrängen, abtun oder bekämpfen. Trauer hörte nur auf, wenn man sie durchlitt.

A menudo me he preguntado si mi pasado es la razón por la que soy como soy, si eso me ha convertido en un monstruo.

Everyone finds different lessons in stories, I suppose, but here's one. Having a heart is terrible, but you need one anyway. - Cardan

There's always something left to lose

Debo dejar de fantasear sobre huir hacia otra vida, y tratar de averiguar como vivir la que ya tengo. I need to stop fantasizing about running away to some other life, and start figuring out the one I have.

It's okay to want something that's going to hurt, I remind myself.

Por mucho que te empeñes, no conseguirás que la luna salga o se ponga más deprisa.

Por mucho que te empeñes, no conseguirás que la luna se ponga o salga más deprisa.

I would settle for even his worst self, his cruelest trickster self, if only he could be here.

Everything was boring. Everything was fine.

I am not yet in pain. But I do not doubt that I will be.

Will you tell me how you came to be living…" He stops, as if trying to find the words. "As you were." I remember the care I'd given that he not know. How could I explain the way time seemed to slip from my fingers, the way I became incrementally more detached, more unable to reach out a hand to take anything I wanted?

I taught myself to call them unmother and unfather. I keep the habit to remind myself of what they were to me, and what they will never be again. Remind myself that there is nowhere that I belong and no one to whom I belong.

When will you cease being a dissapointment?

And no matter how eager you are for it, you cannot make the moon set nor rise any faster

Am I beautiful like you are?" I ask Nicasia, genuinely curious. "No," she says, darting a look toward Valerian. She picks up something from the ground. "You are nothing like us.

Who we were and what we did and what was done to us - we don't get to shrug that off and become some new shiny person.

What a freeing thought it was to no longer believe I had to deserve something in order to get it.

It would be safer if I hated him. Since I cannot, perhaps it is good that he now hates me.

She reminded herself that there was nothing they could do to her. She was already like them. Already dead.

Que la muerte sea tu única compañera.

I wipe wet hands over my face, pushing back those thoughts. There is only now. There is only tomorrow and tonight and now and soon and never.

I rise, crossing the room to put one gloved hand against the pallid green skin of his face. He closes his cat eyes. I cannot forgive him, but I cannot hate him, either. We stand like that for a long moment, then he looks up, takes my unbandaged hand, and kisses the back of it, mouth against cloth.