Quotes About Acceptance

Well I talk a little about that, but I don't admit that from the beginning I knew we were not meant to be together.

When feeling came back, in a storm of color and force and sensation, the most you could do was hold on to the person beside you and hope you could weather it. Alex closed her eyes and expected the worst-but it wasn't a bad thing; it was just a different thing. A messier one, more complicated one. She hesitated, and then she kissed Patrick back, willing to concede that you might have to lose control before you could find what you'd been missing.

I pointed to the wound. It's missing, I said. My grandmother smiled, and that was all it took for me to stop seeing the scar, and to recognize her again. Yes, she said. But see how much of me is left?

The optimist in me wants to believe sexuality will eventually become like handwriting: there's no right way and wrong way to do it. We're all just wired differently. It's also worth noting that when you meet someone, you never bother to ask if he's right or left-handed. After all: does it really matter to anyone other than the person holding the pen?

I think her flaws make me love her even more. She's not perfect, but she's perfect to me

The hardest thing in the world is believing someone can change. It's always easier to go along with the way things are than to admit that you might have been wrong in the first place.

In reality, you don't ever change the hurricane. You just learn how to stay out of its path.

No matter who you are, there is some part of you that always wishes you were someone else.

Maybe growing up is just focusing on what you've got, instead of what you don't.

It was a catch-22: If you didn't put the trauma behind you, you couldn't move on. But if you did put the trauma behind you, you willingly gave up your claim to the person you were before it happened.

You live and let live, eventually that becomes enough.

No matter what Joe Hoffman and Wade Preston say, it's not gender that makes a family; it's love. You don't need a mother and a father; you don't necessarily even need two parents. You just need someone who's got your back.

By definition, love made you better than good enough; it redefined perfection to include your traits, instead of excluding them.

I know what it's like when the things you believe make you feel like you're on the outside looking in.

We all have things that come back to haunt us. Some of us just see them more clearly than others.

You can blame your ugliness for keeping people at bay, when in reality you're crippled by the thought of letting another person close enough to potentially scar you even more deeply. You can tell yourself that it's safer to love someone who will never really love you back, because you can't lose someone you never had.

Yes, she is. He looks at me, his face carved in pain. She is dying, Sara. She will die, either tonight or tomorrow or maybe a year from now if we're really lucky. You heard what Dr. Chance said. Arsenic's not a cure. It just postpones what's coming. My eyes fill up with tears. But I love her, I say, because that is reason enough.

What if instead of focusing on what you don't have, you concentrate on what you've got?

People must learn to hate, and if they can learn to hate, they can be taught to love. —NELSON MANDELA, LONG WALK TO FREEDOM

I hog the covers, and my second toe is longer than my big one. My hair has its own zip code...You don't love someone because they're perfect...You love them in spite of the fact that they're not.

What could you give me, I ask, my voice shaking, to make me forget ... that you forgot about me?

you can love a person and still hate the decisions they've made, can't you?

there's something nice about knowing that i'm not the only one who doesn't quite fit the part.

God, what had we done? It didn't really matter. Piper had been the kind of friend with whom I didn't have to fill in the spaces with random conversation. It was okay to just be with her. She knew that sometimes I needed that - to not have to take care of anyone or anything, to simply exist in my own space, adjacent to hers.