Quotes About Acceptance

You cannot look at a person, and say, 'If I could change this or that, if I could pick what I want and discard other things, I could love this one.' Such a love is pale and weak—and doomed to failure.

I was too busy fighting the river to worry about adjusting my beliefs in accordance to reality.

Shame is...not a productive emotion," Charles told her. There was a funny little pause when he tilted his head to look at her face and then away. "Brother Wolf liked claiming you in front of the others so that there will be no question who you belong to. While I... I regret your embarrassment but otherwise I agree with Brother Wolf.

My old pastor liked to say that church is a hospital for the sick, not a mausoleum for the saints.

If I let them all treat me like I was broken, then how was I going to convince myself I wasn't?

My mother once told me that you had to trust that the first thing out of a person's mouth was the truth. After they have a chance to think about it, they'll change what they say to be more socially acceptable, something they think you'll be happier with, something they think will get the results they want.

He smiled, a wide, joyful expression—and oddly the fangs didn't rob the smile of its charm. "I am at peace, Mercy," he told me. He closed his eyes and quit moving his body. "Just like you told me. I will never be okay again." He didn't sound unhappy about it.

Take happiness where you can," he said. "It seldom lasts—'course, neither does sorrow, right?

Some wounds need to be pricked so they can drain. Others just need to be left alone.

We are all monsters here, he said. It's too late for any of us to be anything else.

The pack was better with Anna in it, in ways far more subtle than he or his da had expected. They had hoped for calm—they had not expected happy.

I like who I am - but there are plenty of men who wouldn't. (Mercy)

But you can't marry someone to fix him, even if you love them. And I didn't love Samuel the way a woman should love her mate, the way I loved Adam. Samuel didn't love me that way either. Close, but not quite. And except in horseshoes and hand grenades, close doesn't count.

Warren and his boyfriend had put on a Thanksgiving dinner for their friends who didn't have families to go home to. Being gay meant they had a number of friends with no welcoming families. Mary

It is one of those nondenominational churches so busy not condemning anyone that it has little power to attract a steady congregation.

He'd have to call his brother, Samuel, and tell him that he'd finally learned that his face wouldn't crack if he smiled. All it had taken to teach him was an Omega werewolf.

He sees people—all the way through them—and he likes them anyway.

Several years ago, another werewolf had approached me at the garage, looking for a place to be. He was dead.

suppose we must work on being gracious and grateful until we can do for ourselves. Someday the wheel of fate will put us in a position to be of use to them, and we will remember how much easier it is to give help than it is to accept it.

By the time a person was my age, they should know that life isn't fair and quit pretending that it ought to be.

You should quit worrying about him and start worrying about how you are going to deal with accepting the situation you got yourself into.

Prague was full of my kind of people.

Maybe leave it for the ugly thing that your pack's witch has become.

He laughed as he bled down his shirt, and I babbled apologies. He let his head fall back against the truck door with a thump. "Leave off, Mercy. It'll close up quick enough on its own." I backed up until I was sitting beside him—half-laughing myself, because although it probably hurt quite a bit, he was right that his injury would heal in a few minutes. It was minor, and