Quotes About Acceptance

In each of us lie good and bad, light and dark, art and pain, choice and regret, cruelty and sacrifice. We're each of us our own chiaroscuro, our own bit of illusion fighting to emerge into something solid, something real. We've got to forgive ourselves that. I must remember to forgive myself. Because there is a lot of grey to work with. No one can live in the light all the time.

We all do things we desperately wish we could undo. Those regrets just become part of who we are, along with everything else. To spend time trying to change that, well, it's like chasing clouds.

Once we know our weaknesses they cease to do us any harm.

We can find reasons to dislike anyone. But it's what you focus on and appreciate in a person that cultivates a positive relationship.

The two words that I've arrived at to describe what we all need to feel about ourselves, children and adults, in order to perceive ourselves accurately, are worthy and welcome. If you don't feel worthy and welcome, you really won't know what to do with yourself. You won't know how to behave in a world of other people. You won't think you deserve to get what you need.

People are content to live in contradictory worlds, so long as they know the reason for each.

When them Niggas Left Eye[I] It Got A Lil Bit Chilli[TLC], But I Just Let It Burn[Usher] Like The End Of A Philly.

Hater, hater, hater I love you so much.

She wants to own me and I aint trying to fight it.

What you can't run away from, you have to face

Death did not play favorites—He loved all equally. What you cannot escape, you must fight; what you cannot fight, you must endure . The god's voice—not quite words, just a thread of meaning laid in my receptive mind—

Oh God, Oh God we're all gonna die doesn't really fit the definition of banter, now does it?

I don't even have moderately big breasticles. They just look like - well, nevermind what they look like. At least they stay strapped down when I worm into a sports bra.

Really, I scolded myself, you should have known that you'd end up in a stone dungeon with no facilities. That's how these things always end up, isn't it?

Graves: Are you skipping? Off to a good start. Dru Anderson: I don't want to deal with it today. Graves: Okay. I know a place to go. You shoot pool? I'm Graves. Dru Anderson: I know. Dru. Graves: Dru. You're new. Couple of weeks, right? Welcome to Foley.

I wondered what I'd end up looking like once I bloomed. I couldn't even guess. If I had to be stuck in my own skinny, gawky, coltish body forever… well. It probably wouldn't be so bad. I wouldn't mind a little more in the chest, though. But wild horses wouldn't drag that out of me. Ever.

Why do you eat your own heart? Because, O King, it is bitter, and because it is my heart.

Maybe handling her memory every day for five years had made it fade, like the mortal thing it was.

most of us, as we undergo the growing up process, do not get what we want or even what we should. We get what we have, and no more, and we find out how to make what we have work for us.

I was so often silent angry with Hammett for making the situation hard on me, not knowing then that the dying do not, should not, be asked to think about anything but their own minute of running time.

I am a grandmother now, and that means age is creeping on, creeping on.

Grief, I began to see, is gratitude turned inside out.

I think above all else it is freedom I search for in my work, in these far-flung places, to find a group of people who give each other the room to be in whatever way they need to be.

Tears are not endless.