Quotes About Acceptance

You are a grown woman! You're not a teenager. This is the real world. We are real people. This is real life. And things sometimes happen that don't fit in with how we think the story should go, but we just have to take a deep breath and get on with it, not sit there in the corner sulking because it's not what we were hoping for. Come on!

But we all behaved badly in that house; not one of us got out of there without a black mark. I've come to accept our sins as survival strategies.

I have done my best with what nature gave me. Money can't buy you love but it can buy you a chiseled jaw, perfectly aligned teeth, and plumped-up lips.

And you will always be so much more than a label.

Yes," she said. "Yes. A hundred percent. My mum is so cool. And all she wants in the whole world is for me to be happy. So if you make me happy, she'll like you.

She remembered the intensity of her desire to undress him, to be naked with him, the way she felt like she could say whatever she wanted and be fully understood and do whatever she wanted and be totally accepted. She remembered how easy it had all been, how open and bright, like being in a whitewashed room with all the windows wide open.

No child wants to feel that they weren't wanted, even if they don't care much for the abandoner.

His mum, like him, had no friends. It was as if they could tell, he thought, they could tell she wasn't ever going to be one of them. She was always going to be trying, never just being.

It's very odd, looking back, how accepting children can be of the oddest scenarios.

Forty-two is a strange age. Neither young nor old. If I were straight, I suppose I'd be frantically flailing around right now trying to find a last-minute wife with functioning ovaries. As it is, I am not straight, and neither am I the sort of man that other men wish to form lengthy and meaningful relationships with, so that leaves me in the worst possible position—an unlovable gay man with fading looks.

Rejection was a fact of life. It wasn't a nice fact of life. But it was a fact.

Moving on is something that happens to you, not something you do. That's what people don't realize. Moving on is not proactive. It's organic. Be kind to yourself.

when I thought I was all alone in the world, there'd been a cast of people waiting in the background for me to come back to them, they'd been there all along. They picked me up and they took me with them.

Although they reflected the parts of himself that he disliked, he didn't dislike them.

how accepting children can be of the oddest scenarios. But still, seeing it now, in black and white, it really is quite shocking.

And I know that this will be my last sunset. this one, here, right now, on Christmas Eve, playing out in violent flames of red and gold across the horizon. And I know that these are my last moments. And that is fine. That is absolutely fine.

But maybe I'll end up doing something else unconventional. Who knows. And I really hope that if I do, and as long as I'm not hurting anyone or doing anything, like, illegal, that everyone would accept it, you know, just carry on loving me anyway.

It was finally becoming clear to her that love wasn't about finding someone perfect to marry. Love was about seeing through to the truth of a person, and accepting all their shades of light and dark. Love was an ability.

You are not a perfect woman.You have an evil temper, you're as blind as a mole, you're a deplorable poet, and frankly, your French accent could use some work." Supporting himself on his elbows, Leo took her face in his hands. "But when I put those things together with the rest of you, it makes you into the most perfectly imperfect woman I've ever known.

I discovered life sometimes has a way of giving you what you need, but not in the form you expect.

I rarely dislike people for things they can't change, they usually give me sufficient cause to dislike them for other reasons.

Some people there's no getting over.

I've never wanted to be loved. And God Knows no one's done it yet.

So are you bisexual?" I had asked, and Todd had laughed at my insistence on label. "I guess I'm bipossible," he had said.