Quotes About Acceptance

Is it because hope is scary?' my father asked. I looked back at him, startled. 'You think so, too?' He smiled, full of love. 'Hope is terrifying, Viola,' he said. 'No one wants to admit it, but it is.

Oh, poor little Seth, with his poor little parents who didn't love him. You said we all want there to be more than this! Well, there's always more than this. There's always something you don't know. Maybe your parents didn't love you enough, and that sucks, yes, it does, but maybe it wasn't because you were bad. Maybe it was just because the worst thing in the world had happened to them and they weren't able to deal with it.

All the while knowing that the world makes no sense but trying to find a way to be happy anyway.

There aren't any more treatments." "I'm sorry, son," his mum said, tears sneaking out of her eyes now, even though she kept up her smile. "I've never been more sorry about anything in my life." Conor

Hope is terrifying, Viola," he said. "No one wants to admit it, but it is.

If you ever see a war," she says, not looking up from her clipboard, "you'll learn that war only destroys. No one escapes from a war. No one. Not even the survivors. You accept things that would appal you at any other time because life has temporarily lost all meaning.

Y él supo que era entonces. Supo que de verdad no había vuelta atrás. Que iba a pasar, independiente de lo que él quisiera, independiente de lo que sintiera. Y supo también que lo iba superar. Sería terrible. Mucho más que terrible. Pero sobreviviría

The only place you belong is the place you can never go back.

And a part of you wished it would just end, said the monster, even if it meant losing her. Conor nodded, barely able to speak.

That was Gudmund's biggest fault. That he couldn't be anyone's everything. But that he'd try anyway.

Hay cosas peores que ser invisible", había dicho el monstruo, y tenía razón. Conor ya no era invisible. Ahora todos lo veían. Pero estaba más lejos que nunca.

You can't redeem him, Todd," she says, a little softer but I flinch a bit at the word redeem. "You can't. Because he doesn't want it.

Whereas the town knows all about you already and wants to know more and wants to beat you with what it knows till how can you ave any of yerself left at all?

Las historias no tienen siempre un final feliz.

Tu mente se creerá las mentiras piadosas pero conoce también las verdades que duelen y que hacen que esas mentiras sean necesarias. Y tu mente te castigará por creer ambas cosas.

I don't think your suffering is fake. I don't think these feelings about wanting it to end are fake. I don't think your self-hatred is fake. So why do you think it's fake?

Your mind will believe comforting lies while also knowing the painful truths that make those lies necessary. And your mind will punish you for believing both. "But how do you fight it?" Conor asked, his voice rough. "How do you fight all the different stuff inside?" By speaking the truth,

Cumplir años es envejecer, crecer es otra cosa. Es darse cuenta de que la vida no es lo que esperas. No es justa, ni predecible, ni controlable. Es comprobar que a veces se gana y otras se pierde. Y sobre todo, que a veces se gana y se pierde al mismo tiempo. Crecer es aceptar la incertidumbre.

The world's ending. —Maybe sometimes it has to.

Mintea ta va crede orice minciuni atâta vreme cât acestea î?i vor aduce lini?te, f?r? s? ignori, în tot acest timp, adev?rurile dureroase care au dus la apari?ia acestor minciuni necesare.

Not everyone has to be the guy who saves the world. Most people just have to live their lives the best they can, doing things that are great for them, having great friends, trying to make their lives better, loving people properly. All the while knowing that the world makes no sense but trying to find a way to be happy anyway. pg 216

We can't kiss. Because that would make us gay.

That's the kind of thing you want to tell a teenager: Worry a little bit less. There will always be somebody who thinks you're just the bee's knees and is really attracted to you... I wouldn't have believed it. But it would have been nice to hear.

And at last he spoke the final and total truth. [...] "I don't want you to go", he said again. And that was all he needed to say. He leaned forward onto her bed and put his arm around her. Holding her. He knew it would come, and soon, maybe even this 12.07. The moment she would slip from his grasp, no matter how tightly he held on. Butnot this moment, the monster whispered, still close. Not just yet. Conor held tightly onto his mother. And by doing so, he could finally let her go.