Quotes About Acceptance

How can you hate somebody who's got one foot in hell itself?

Worship from the heart in times of adversity implies an attitude of humble acceptance on our part of God's right to do as He pleases in our lives.

Nothing left to do but smile.

Whistle through your teeth and spit cuz, it's Alright

Hang me, oh, hang me, so I'll be dead and gone. I wouldn't mind hanging, boys, but you wait in jail so long.

We're sort of like the town whore that's finally become an institution. We're finally becoming respectable.

I believe we're all secretly happy we can't figure our relationships out. It keeps our minds working.

Okay, so you're not perfect. Who is? Sure, Susan makes sense. But my heart doesn't care about sense. My heart never says: _Why?_ Only: _Who?_

How do you not try to get something you want? How do you stop caring about the thing that you care about the most? How do you erase the other half of your own self?

Mr, B, what's wrong with me? [...] Nothing. You're smart enough to know you don't have all the answers, that's all.

Maniac kept trying, but he still couldn't see it, this color business. He didn't figure he was white any more than the East Enders were black. He looked himself over pretty hard and came up with at least seven different shades and colors right on his own skin, not one of them being what he would call white (except for his eyeballs, which weren't any whiter than the eyeballs of the kids in the East End).

What's the matter with you? Huh? Huh?' 'Why can't you be normal?' 'Why do you wanna be so different?

Beneath every goober is a kid. A person. Maybe he's not what you would call 'regular.' But so what? Is that a bad thing?

OK, so you're not perfect. Who is?

For years the strangers among us had passed sullenly in the hallways; now we looked, we nodded, we smiled.

Next thing he knew he was yanked out of bed and onto his feet. "Come on," whispered Beans, "we got somewhere to go." It did not occur to Palmer not to go along. Once the shock wore off, he realized what an honor had been granted him. Imagine: A month ago these guys ignored him except to tease him; now they snuck into his house and climbed into bed with him. Palmer LaRue. Amazing!

He loved to see them playing with his birthday present. Each thud of a foot said: We're kicking your soccer ball. We like you. You're one of us.

Henry. Whose streak, unlike Beans's, was meek, not mean. Who ran with Beans and Mutto. Who did what they did. But was different.

The price of peace had been high: expelling himself from the gang, proclaiming himself a traitor, banishing his beloved pet. For such a price, a peace should be excellent. Yet when Palmer reached for it, tried to taste it, it was not there.

But she loves her daughter, David can tell, loves her the way David's mother loved him, and sometimes David feels that same love he used to, except now it's coming from other places, other people, and it's a good thing the love is coming because he's beginning to think there aren't enough rules in the universe to bring his mother back.

Why am I always attracting women who still slept with stuffed animals?

People prefer to avoid confronting deformity and when they do it's only for kicks.

I deserve no punishment at all for being who I am.

No big corporation would promote a hunchback.