Quotes About Acceptance

I reflected on the fact that no matter how good I aspired to be, I was never going to achieve perfection

He wasn't supposed to die,' he cried out, somewhat desperately, petulantly, like a spoiled child. But I could hear other thoughts racing between us. Neither are you. Neither am I.

Time to travel, to acquiesce to fate.

All doors are open to the believer.

It was then that I experienced the weight of sin, even a sin as small as a skater pin. I reflected on the fact that no matter how good I aspired to be, I was never going to achieve perfection.

Do not cast your boat on a river of tears, cried the tearing wind. Small hands are still, be still. She knelt then lay on her side, clutching a key, accepting kindness of endless sleep.

I had to keep swatting flies away, but that didn't bother me. Nothing bothered me, not even the things that bothered me.

My love for him could not save him. His love for life could not save him. It was the first time that I truly knew he was going to die.

If I've learned one thing in life, it's not to be so judgmental of other people.

We used to laugh at our small selves, saying that I was a bad girl trying to be good and that he was a good boy trying to be bad. Through the years these roles would reverse, then reverse again, until we came to accept our dual natures.

Herkes ölür," demi?ti yava? yava? güçlerini kaybeden ellerine bakarak. "Fakat ben bunun böyle olaca??n? önceden tahmin edememi?tim i?te. Ama sorun de?il. Hayat?m? istedi?im gibi ya?ad?m.

I'm an advocate for gay marriage. I have more gay friends than Carter has pills.

I have put gay dating on the map.

Today we see studies on mentally retarded children as monstrous.

Farewell sadnessGood morning sadness.

We are all broken, but sometimes the jagged pieces fit together nicely.

Mom points at the gravesites all around us. "We all die, Lucy. Me. You. Everybody. But you know what we do first?" I shake my head. "We pretend that it's not going to happen. We make believe that we're never going to die. do you know what that's called?" "Lying?" I say. "Living, Lucy. It's called living...

I mean people die every day, and the world is still spinning." Mom takes my paper and turns it around to study it. "That's a good thing." "Are you talking about life, death, or my bird?" "Life is good. Death is a mystery. The bird needs work.

We're okay." I don't know why I say that. Sometimes good manners are a curse.

You think it will never happen to you, that it cannot happen to you, that you are the only person in the world to whom none of these things will ever happen, and then, one by one, they all begin to happen to you, in the same way they happen to everyone else.

But lost chances are as much a part of life as chances taken, and a story cannot dwell on what might have been.

He no longer wished to be dead. At the same time, it cannot be said that he was glad to be alive. But at least he did not resent it. He was alive, and the stubbornness of this fact had little by little begun to fascinate him - as if he had managed to outlive himself, as if he were somehow living a posthumous life.

There was nothing to see, nothing to distract me from succumbing to my fears, and the longer I kept my eyes shut, the more terribly I saw my fears wanted me to see.

I've made my nothing, and now I've got to live in it.