Quotes About Acceptance

Cornelia pulled love around me like a coat, tugged it shut, and did up the buttons, as if I belonged to her. And so I did.

Dev felt suddenly ashamed of himself for what he'd thought earlier, back in the car, that Lyssa should keep her craziness to herself, that having to feel compassion for a messed-up, hurting person was annoying and unfair.

What she came to was that even if someone wasn't perfect or even especially good, you couldn't dismiss the love they felt. Love was always love; it had a rightness all its own, even if the person feeling the love was full of wrongness.

What if grief isn't only missing people and being sad? That's how we usually think about it. But what if it's just -- reckoning with their being gone and with knowing they're never coming back?

Tomorrow will have a diet in it, maybe not a go-for-broke diet or even one that involves tracking calories, but I will always be conscious of what I eat and how much I exercise. That's why body neutrality doesn't feel like a good fit: I'm never going to stop wanting to be thinner or to stop chasing it. I know my life will always be this way, and I'm okay with that. That acceptance, even if it's an uneasy one, is my new normal.

Well into my mid-thirties I considered dieting my biggest secret. I wish I could say it was a thrilling one, like dating my college TA, but it's more like waxing my upper lip—I didn't ever want to talk about it, and I'd rather people thought I never had to worry about it in the first place.

You'll know who you are when you start losing things,' Doris said.

But sometimes you can spend a lot of sorrow trying to change things for the better, when what was first was best. Its only you were too foolish to realize it.

It's not fair." "It's not. But then, that's the game. It makes life great. The fact that it ends when we don't want it to. The ending gives it meaning.

He said you couldn't pretend the terrible things in life didn't happen. You can't clean it up. You keep all the refuse and the scars. It's how you learn. And try to make improvements.

It all made me realize I wasn't the only one who wasn't sure they belonged. There was no one right way to fit in--it seemed like everyone was finding their own place, even if that place was on the edge of things. Still, there had to be ways to make it easier.

Maar selfs in ons andersgeit soek ons ander mense wat op min of meer dieselfde manier as ons anders is. Ons bly nou eenmaal kuddediere.

Die moeilikste ding op aarde om te aanvaar, buiten jou eie verganklikheid, is jou eie middelmatigheid.' – WILLEM PRINS (Misverstand)

Twee jaar later, in die winter van 1995, het sy die eindfluitjie vir haar huwelik hoor blaas. Alles was verby, daar is nie eens meer beseringstyd oor nie. Niemand het die stryd gewen nie, albei kante het verloor. Daar kon nie 'n wenner in hierdie kragmeting wees nie.

I have never been beautiful, not even when I was young, when most people have some brief flowering. I never had such a flowering. I was always dull and plain. I remain dull and plain.

I have always thought that if women's hair posed so many problems, God would certainly have made us bald.

Dogs could die, and bears and deer and other people. That was acceptable, because it was remote. His father could not die. The earth might cave in under him in one vast sink-hole and he could accept it. But without Penny, there was no earth. Without him there was nothing.

Now he understood. This was death. Death was a silence that gave back no answer.

He would be lonely all his life. But a man took it for his share and went on.

I outlived all the men who raised me. I stayed young while they faded, and died from bullets and disease. Or old age. You forget so much. You forget them. Friends. Family. You put aside what can't be changed. Like death. Until something small and unexpected catches you.

Yes. Miss Halfwolf scares me a lot. But that doesn't make her a monster. Don't be like the Witches, Master Ren. They call us monsters because it makes it easier to hurt us. But monsters are people, too.

They call us monsters because it makes it easier to hurt us. But monsters are people, too.

Home is where you are loved the most and act the worst.

The thing about growing old is that when you wake up with a new pain, you can just about count on it becoming a permanent part of your life!