Quotes About Acceptance

despair evaporates when we stop denying who we really are and attempt to uncover and accept our true nature.

When something goes wrong, such as failing an exam to qualify as a doctor, a person may seem to be despairing over something that has been lost. But on closer inspection, according to Kierkegaard, it becomes obvious that the man is not really despairing of the thing (failing an exam) but of himself. The self that failed to achieve a goal has become intolerable. The man wanted to become a different self (a doctor), but he is now stuck with a failed self and in despair.

Since I've been in the U.S. I've lost the back of my heart, 15 ft. of intestine and my marriage - and God, I miss my intestine.

She fought for the right to love, men and women, rejecting the conventions that marriage demands exclusive love, and that women should love only men, and men only women. For this she was prepared to give up everything … How could she regret that the knowledge of it should now reach the ears of a new generation, one so infinitely more compassionate than her own?

You don't go around grieving all the time, but the grief is still there and always will be.

Also, in a funny way, if you have been happily married there are no unresolved areas, nothing to prove to yourself after the other dies.

About the capitalist states, it doesn't depend on you whether or not we exist. If you don't like us, don't accept our invitations, and don't invite us to come and see you. Whether you like it or not, history is on our side. We will bury you.

What kind of people belong to this world?

You don't dare to think ahead too much, for you don't want this melted under the heat of your attention, don't want it gone from your life.

The grief is not over, it will never be over. It still trips me up in unexpected moments, stumbling me all over again. What does it: a reminisce with Paul, the sight of a mate laughing so easily with their mum, a Klimt painting we both loved. Simple things. Two steps forward, one step back, righting myself and then not. But the moving forward is stronger, swifter now; the seam of melancholy more hidden. Yes, climbing back into the world. Firm.

The shame dies. Just like that, so DH Lawrence wrote. Shame, which is fear. AND judgement.

A lot of people resist transition and therefore never allow themselves to enjoy who they are. Embrace the change, no matter what it is once you do, you can learn about the new world you're in and take advantage of it.

I appreciate and enjoy my age.

You can be pretty, and have a boyfriend, and still be smart, all at the same time. You don't always have to choose.

Best thing about friends: they know you inside and out. Worst thing about friends: They know you inside and out. My turtle shell is useless.

Maybe I'm not thin, but skinny isn't perfect. The perfect size is happy.

Choose whatever box you like, Mike. Just don't put me in one, son. Believe me, I won't fit.

So don't tell me that I can't fit in. My heart beats like a talking drum.

Is there more to me? Sure. Kids yell 'albino boy.' I don't turn around. Choose the name you answer to. No one can do that but you.

How good is different? I search stories for someone who resembles me. If it weren't for books and Joe, "different" would just be lonely.

Why let Angela call me something that I'm not? Or let her tease me? Bad enough the kids at school kick my heart around

Ready or not, I peer into your soul and dive deep... Your eyes don't like what I see. You don't want to be me. So you curse and smash the mirror which gets you what? A bit of blood , a handful of glass splinters, another source of pain.

I forgive my mom for being a psycho and my dad for being a loser.

when you can't climb your way out of such a hole, you tend to crouch down and call it home…