Quotes About Acceptance

The trick was forgetting about what she had lost … and learning to go on with what she had left.

Even the worst haircut eventually grows out.

The latter. She had a good run," Sook said, doing a little shrug. It was his usual response to death at Mapleshade, and it was a safe bet that he felt that way about himself. Like most twice-widowed, Korea-vet, nature-loving, gun-enthusiast, bilingual, weed-connoisseur great grandfathers of five, he'd lived a full life.

What was she like in the end? The way most people are at the end. Scared and full of regret. The way you are all of the time.

Casey was telling Luna to live in the moment, to enjoy the easy gifts that life offered. But Luna couldn't help but feel a faint threat in the subtext.

Boys are like that. They'd rather you die than reject them.

What year is it?" "It's 2019." "Who is president?" "No." "I'll accept that answer. What's your name?" "Luna Grey.

Would you say that Owen is satisfied with his career?" Burns asked. Luna shrugged. She'd met few men who were satisfied. Few women as well. Was she satisfied? She wouldn't know how to answer that question. "I think he imagined a different life. But he accepted the life he had.

Fabulous." She pushed her plate across to him. "Try it yourself. You need to put on weight. You look awful." He winced. "I've never been handsome, honey. If that's what you want, you're with the wrong guy. However, if you do find that guy I will bust his pretty face to a pulp so you might as well stick with me." She grinned. "Eat.

People do not say "failed" any more, Jane thinks. They say other things. A whole movement has risen up to avoid the acknowledgement of failure. People want to learn from failure, they want to embrace it. But failure isn't good, she thinks. If something can be redeemed it isn't really a failure.

All the people in your life are truly doing the best they can with what they have. People can only love you to the capacity that they are able to love themselves. They can only forgive and embrace you to the capacity that they are able to forgive and embrace themselves. They can only give you what they have the capacity to give. You may think that you deserve more, and you may be correct. But that means nothing if a person simply doesn't have the ability to give it to you.

you need to accept exactly where you are in relationship to your Higher Power and drop the idea that you have to be perfect before you can let God in. The irony is that God is sitting on the doorstep waiting while you think you have to clean house. In reality, He doesn't care if your house is dirty; He wants to help you clean things up. He's calling through the door, "If you let me in, I'll help you vacuum, honey!" He wants to uplift your life.

Life's too short to fold fitted sheets!

For the first time perhaps ever, I am not denying the truth of all of my cracks. I am living them.

You have this deer-in-headlights look sometimes that I'm sure means you're going to run. Run to me, Amy, not from me.

He pulls the door shut behind him and drags me against him, murmuring softly, "I understand why you left. I understand everything." I cling to him, holding on for what feels like dear life. "I should have told you." "You would have." He pulls back to look at me. "When you were ready. We all have to deal with our inner demons in our own way, in our own time.

The past is a part of you and us. You can store it away someplace different, but you can't make it go away. And you can't even resolve it until you, we, face it.

Other People's Perfection is a facade we create when we are second guessing ourselves.....Sara to Amanda

Just remember that people make their own choices, and then they live with them. We can try to change them, but we can't make their choices for them. If you do everything you can to help, you have to accept the outcome they bring on themselves.

Shit happens, but it only stinks as long as you keep it around.

What we deny owns us. You can't control what you don't first own and face. You simply delay the moment it owns you.

You can embrace who you really are, and we can be whoever we want to be together.

Memories are the enemies that never die," he says, turning away and shoving open his door, leaving me with the pain carved in those words that I am fairly certain he didn't want me to hear. But I did, and they speak to me, diving deep in my soul with the blood of my own loss, and taking root. I say I want my memories back, but I'm not so sure I really do. It's an idea I reject as I shove open my door and stand.

If you tell me you don't want to be with me. I will listen. I won't like it, but I'll listen. I need you to know that. But when you say you 'can't' be with me, like some obstacle out of your control is stopping you from seeing me, I'm not going to listen.