Quotes About Acceptance

Sorry I gave you a fright. Howl seemed more used to holding babies than Sophie was. He rocked Morgan soothingly and stared at him. Morgan stared, rather balefullt, back. My word, he's ugly Howl said. Chip off the old block Howl! said Sophie. But she did not sound angry.

She had said Sophie was a witch. Oddly enough, Sophie accepted this without any trouble at all. That explained the popularity of certain hats, she thought. It explained Jane Farrier's Count Whatsit. It possibly explained the jealousy of the Witch of the Waste. It was as if Sophie had always known this. But she had thought it was not proper to have a magic gift because she was the eldest of three.

Look at it! It's ginger! I shall have to hide until it's grown out! Despair! Anguish! Horror!

As a girl, Sophie would have shriveled with embarrassment at the way she was behaving. As an old woman, she did not mind what she did or said. She found that a great relief.

You're still here, he said. Is something the matter? Sophie sniffed. I'm old, she began. But it was just as the Witch had said and the fire demon had guessed. Michael said cheerfully, Well, it comes to us all in time. Would you like some breakfast?

Don't worry, old thing," Sophie said to the face. "You look quite healthy. Besides, this is much more like you than you really are.

As an old woman, she did not mind what she did or said. She found that a great relief.

Is something the matter?" Sophie sniffed. "I'm old.

Don't think I can't see your point of view — you're a young fellow, disappointed in love, impatient — naturally you think Fate's against you. Take it from me, Fate doesn't care either way most of the time.

Dead? said Sophie. She had a silly impulse to add, But she was alive an hour ago! And she stopped herself, because death is like that: people are alive until they die.

I didn't ask to be a witch.' Chrestomanci looked at him with faint, chilly surprise. 'Didn't you?' The way he said it made Charles actually wonder, for a moment, if he had somehow chosen to be born a witch.

I think it was then that it dawned on me that Mum wasn't going to notice Chris was missing. She has been made so that she thinks Chris is just round the corner all the time. She doesn't realise that she never sees him. I don't know why I didn't understand earlier. If Aunt Maria can turn Chris into a wolf, she's surely strong enough to do this to Mum- except that it seems a different kind of thing, much more natural and ordinary, and I didn't really think she could do both kinds.

A life like an intricately woven basket, frayed, worn, broken, unraveled, reworked, reknit from many of its original pieces... Life can survive in the constant shadow of illness, and even rise to moments of rampant joy, but the shadow remains, and one has to make space for it.

What remained would gradually acquire its own shape and dimension, but many of our favorite things, my favorite ways of being a couple, had vanished and it was no use pretending, hoping, wishing that he would return to his old self, and me to mine. [p. 156]

Every day our life was full of thoughts of the horrible present, and even our own death.

I mean, if you've ever spoken to someone with two heads, you know they know something you don't.

Most people go through life dreading they'll have a traumatic experience. Freaks were born with their trauma. They've already passed their test in life. They're aristocrats.

Maybe I had more wrinkles than I would if I hadn't spent so much of my life outdoors, but I didn't care. It was a privilege to grow old, and not everyone got to enjoy it. I was grateful for every minute I was given.

Feelings are never right or wrong," she said after a moment. "They just are.

You have to make peace with the past or you can never move into the future

If you have a friend, a good friend, a woman you love, and you learn she's done something abominable, do you stop loving her?

magic does not live in the unwilling soul.

It was an annoying realization, but it was the truth; and as such, she wouldn't have given it up for anything.

NO! came his scream from beyond the wall of trees, hating, raging, desperate. But Nita felt no fear. It was as it had been in the beginning; all his no's had never been able to stand against life's I Am.