Quotes About Acceptance

When I listened to the lady telling her story, I could relate to not being welcome someplace. I liked the idea that God might take that very thing that stunk the worst about your life and change it around into something good.

Sometimes we must try to view the actions of those around us with forgiveness. We must realize that they are going on the only road they can see.

The secret to a happy life is not in getting what you want. It is in learning to want what you get

Whatever was bound to happen in my story did not happen. But I know there are rules that cannot be broken. Perhaps a name was changed. A small mistake. Perhaps a woman I do not know is facing the day with the heavy heart that, by all rights, should have been mine.

This is our big chance to see what people think of us. The real us. We have to show em there's nothing to be afraid of. If we don't get over our fears, they never will.

Gay people are the sweetest, kindest, most artistic, warmest and most thoughtful people in the world. And since the beginning of time all they've ever been is kicked.

I love my dad, although I'm definitely critical of him sometimes, like when his pants are too tight. But I love him so much and I try to be really supportive of him.

My view is rather than just rage at your impotence you find the best way of achieving as much as you can within whatever constraints there are. It's not the world I would have created but you do what you can within it.

We suffer each other to have each other a while.

I am that last, that final thing, the body in a white sheet listening,

A major advantage of age is learning to accept people without passing judgment.

We both have some shattered edges," he whispered. "But maybe God isn't afraid of our brokenness. I hope he's not, anyway.

Loving someone is kind of like offering forgiveness. There's no guarantee that they're not going to hurt you again. You can't promise perfection. But you choose to love and you choose to forgive, because living in fear of being hurt again is just a facsimile of life.

People left. They always did. There was no use getting his heart mixed up in something that was guaranteed to hurt.

We both have some shattered edges," he whispered. "But maybe God isn't afraid of our brokenness."~Eli

Maybe that's why she loved him. Because she saw he own brokenness reflected in him, and it didn't scare her anymore. ~Violet

That boy. He does try me. I love him because he's mine. But I don't choose to forgive him because I love him or because he deserves it. I forgive him because I've been lost too. I've walked away too. I've been welcomed back too. None of us deserve to be forgiven. That's why it's called mercy." ~Mama Potts

Full-time, not a semi-mer like me.

The queers could almost pass for the same species as the straights.

Could my problem have been that I was looking for validation in the wrong places all along?

There are a few things as heartbreaking to me as seeing a person swimming in a T-shirt. And I can speak with the authority of someone who did it for years. It is conspicuous. It bogs you down. When you get out of the water, you take half the lake with you. It takes the fun out of swimming and puts a visual metaphor to the burdens of a negative body image.

It was true: I was starting to hate girls. Not that I was into the machismo of being a "manly-man." It was just that, for boys, there seemed to be more options available: there were more ways to be a boy and still be accepted, whereas the popular girls all appeared to be cut from the same cloth. Or they were clones or something.

I knew that girls made fun of each other, but talking about someone's body like that seemed so wrong. You can't choose your body! I was suddenly aware that I was under-performing in ways I didn't even know existed. From then on I always showered in my swimsuit, changed clothes in the outhouse (which defeated the purpose of showering), and worst of all, I developed the habit of swimming in a t-shirt.

And that was the thing: you couldn't just stand there gawking at the world. A car slipped by. Then another. It was as if she'd stood frozen by the river of the world and gratefully stepped back into it, resuming her place... The world waited, cold, grim, alive, beautiful. There was no saying no to it.