Quotes About Acceptance

We're both going to hell," Kathleen said as he kissed along the seam of her clenched thighs. "I've always assumed I would." Devon didn't sound all troubled by the prospect.

I love you, dammit! I love you because you belong to me. I love you for taking care of me. For making me feel as if there is still some good left in me. Philippe was a better man than I'll ever be. God knows he deserved you more than I do. But he's gone now…and I need you." -Justin Vallerand

In the face of a love this vast, a man could only surrender.

Thank you," Emerson said, bowing his head and accepting the box with the tender hands of a parent holding a child. "I am indebted-" "Don't be.This doesn't mean I like you or your politics any better," Heath said gruffly.

And there were no rules for how to deal with the death of someone you loved. You had to accept that the loss would always stay with you, like a reminder note pinned to the inside of your jacket. But there were still opportunities for happiness. Even joy.

It's one thing to spend an afternoon in bed with me," Christopher said darkly. "It's another to experience day-to-day life with a lunatic." "I know all about living with lunatics. I'm a Hathaway.

Of all the Hathaways, Poppy was the one Catherine had always felt the most comfortable with. Poppy was a warm and talkative young woman who loved order and routine. Hers was an essentially sunny and accepting nature, providing a necessary balance to Harry's driven intensity.

Would it help," he asked gently, "to have a shoulder to cry on?" She fought to conceal how much the question unnerved her. "Thank you, but no." Carefully she dropped the herbs into the kettle. "Crying is a waste of time." "' To weep is to make less the depth of grief.'" "Is that a Romany saying?" "Shakespeare.

When my wrinkles appear," Kathleen said ruefully, "those two will have caused most of them." "That day will be a long time coming." Looking down at her, Devon cupped her face with his hands. "But when it does, you'll be even more beautiful.

por Dios, no discutas con un regalo que el destino te ha dado.

Heaven forbid that we should spend an evening with people who are not exactly the same as ourselves. We might learn something.

There's very little in life that doesn't require a compromise of one kind or another. No matter what you choose, it won't be perfect.

He learned how to love them without changing them. To let them be what they were meant to be.

Matthew was the only man who had ever wanted her just as she was.

This club's no place for you, tibby," he had told her with gruff fondness. "You has to stay away from a milling cove like me, and find some rum cull to marry." "Papa," she had begged, stammering desperately, "d-don't send me back there. Pl-please, please let me stay with you." "Little tangle-tongue, you belong with the Maybricks. And no use to hop the twig and run back here. I'll only send you off again.

was Aunt Evie very upset when you told her about the letter?" "No. Only concerned for the boy's sake, and mine as well." "Many women in her position would consider him as... well, an embarrassment." That drew a real smile from him, the first she'd seen from him in a while. "You know Evie. She already thinks of him as someone else to love.

Perfection is impossible. Most mathematical truths can't be proved. The vast majority of mathematical relations can't be known. But you . . . standing here in your bare feet in that dress . . . you're perfect.

Men love to be forgiven. It makes us feel better about our inability to learn from our mistakes." Leo Hathaway

Hardy would never be the easiest man to have a relationship with. He was complex and strong-willed and rough-edged. But I loved those qualities about him. I was more than willing to take him exactly as he was. And it didn't hurt that he seemed equally game to take me on my own terms.

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. And Harry had it in abundance, even if he wasn't ready to come to terms with it yet.

Cam has been an outsider for his entire life. Even when he lived with the Rom. I think he's always secretly hoped he could someday find a place where he would belong. But until he met you, it didn't occur to him that it might not be a place he was looking for, but a person.

I had asked Todd once if he was gay, and he had said he didn't care if someone was a man or a woman, he was more interested in the person's inside. "So are you bisexual?" I had asked, and he had laughed at my insistence on a label. "I guess I'm bipossible," he had said, and pressed a warm, careless kiss on my lips.

First of all, there is no need to patronize me by implying that I'm Helen of Troy when it's clear that I'm no beauty.

Love was about seeing through to the truth of a person, and accepting all their shades of light and dark. Love was an ability.