Quotes About Acceptance

so eventually i gave up. i give up every single day.

People fall hard for the notion of falling, and saying you want no part of it will only get you sent to the loony bin.

If you're not able to laugh inside a sex shop, then you probably shouldn't be there. I mean, they don't call it fooling around for nothing.

is that what relationships become? A reduced version of the hurt, nothing else let in.

Craig can't bear it. He opens his eyes, looks over to Tariq, who has tears in his own eyes. He mimes writing. Tariq scrambles for a marker and some paper. He runs over to Craig. All the things Craig has to say boil down to the essential... I'M GAY, MOM. I'M GAY. Craig rotates his and Harry's bodies so he's facing his mother. Then he holds up his shaky sign. He sees her eyes as she understands it.

We were over and I wasn't over it.

If there's one thing I've learned, it's this: We all want everything to be okay. We don't even wish so much for fantastic or marvelous or outstanding. We will happily settle for okay, because most of the time, okay is enough...

I'm never going to figure it out, any more than a normal person will figure out his or her own existence. After a while, you have to be at peace with the fact that you simply are. There is no way to know why. You can have theories, but there will never be proof.

Belonging. Togetherness. These words are as complicated and confusing as the word love. It's probably all the same thing. Or it would be if we let it be.

I hate that would. Straight. At the very least, those of us who are nonstraight should get to be called curvy. Or scenic. Actually, I like that: 'Do you think she's straight?' 'Oh no. She's scenic.

You have to be at peace with the fact that you simple are.

I love being with you and Joni and the rest of the group. I love being a part of that. But I can never really enjoy it, because I know that at the end, I'll be back here. Sometimes I can forget, and when I can forget, it's bliss. But this past week has been hell. It's like I've been pushed back into the shape of this person I used to be. And I don't fit into the old shape anymore. I don't fit.

Here's what breaks us: Even though we know better, we still want everything to be all right.

Some days are like this. And the only way to get through them is remember that they are only one day, and that every day ends

I don't believe in a small break. I feel a break is a break, and if it starts small, it only gets wider. So I said I wanted you to stay, even though nothing could stay the same.

She didn't fit perfectly into my new life, but the beauty of our relationship is that she hadn't fit perfectly into my old life, either. Love teaches you that fitting is overrated; what you need to do is change the shape of your life to make the connection.

I don't understand how it's possible to know you have a good life, but still be missing out on it. I don't understand why I won't let myself give in to what I have. It's good. What I have is good.

none of us can stop listening. Because what is more transfixing than the sound of people hating you? In the darkest part of our hearts, we used to think that maybe they were right. We don't think that anymore.

Letting go is harder than you can imagine.

Because this is only going to get worse," she said. "So we must buck up, put on a kind face, and get on with it." "Get on with what?" "Life. In all its bittersweet glory.

I remind myself that I don't need to know everything, that there will always be essential rooms within us that will be unknown. I loosen my idea of him, and he becomes recognisable again.

loss takes as much as love does, sometimes more

Breathe, we want to tell Avery. Feel yourself breathe. Because that is as much a part of your body as anything else. Avery, we whisper, you are a marvel. And he is. He may never believe it, but he is.

Prayer or not, I want to believe that, despite all eveidence to the contrary, it is possible for anyone to find that one special person. That person to spend Christmas with or grow old with or just take a nice silly walk in Central Park with. Somebody who wouldn't judge another for the prepositions they dangle, or their run-on sentences, who in turn wouldn't be judged for the snobbery of their language etymology inclinations.