Quotes About Acceptance

Not everyone out in a storm wants to be saved

My life was my life; I would have to stare it down, somehow, and make it work for me.

But in the end, fighting for a love that was already gone felt like trying to live in the ruins of a lost city.

I knew that I could hate him all I wanted for the way he was hurting me, but I couldn't ever stop loving him, absolutely, for what he was.

Denys understood how nothing ever holds still for us, or should. The trick is learning to take things as they come and fully, too, with no resistance or fear, not trying to grip them too tightly or make them bend.

I've sometimes thought that being loved a little less than others can actually make a person, rather than ruin them.

There are some who said I should have fought harder or longer than I did for my marriage, but in the end fighting for love that was already gone felt like trying to live in the ruins of a lost city.

I love you now more than I ever have in some ways and though different people view their marriage vows differently, I meant mine to the death. I'm ready to be yours forever if you must know it, but since you've fallen in love and want to marry someone else, I feel I have no choice but to move aside and let you do that.

I can't see how I'll make it a year this way," he said. "It seems impossible, I know. But when we're old and doddering, this year will seem like a blink.

On safari, I saw Denys in sharper relief than I ever had. He had an infallible compass, and a way of seeing everything as if he knew it would never be there exactly the same again. More than anyone I'd known, Denys understood how nothing ever holds still for us, or should. The trick is learning to take things as they come and fully, too, with no resistance or fear, not trying to grip them too tightly or make them bend.

Do you think we can ever leave the past behind?' he said. 'I don't know. I hope so.

If you think about it, most of us have very little choice about what we're going to become or who we're going to love, or what place on earth chooses us, becoming home. All we can do is go when we're called, and pray we'll still be taken in.

For seven years Ernest had been not so much in my heart and mind as in my very blood cells. And now I would have to learn to live without him. How? Where could one learn to do that kind of amputation, and walk away alive, and still be the same person?

My mind knew it was all finished, but the heart never knows, or if it does, it does only at the very last possible moment.

He was never yours, a voice in my head said. But what did that matter? I had lost him just the same.

nothing ever holds still for us, or should. The trick is learning to take things as they come and fully, too, with no resistance or fear, not trying to grip them too tightly or make them bend. I

What was more exciting than that? I could love him like crazy and work very hard to understand and support him, but I couldn't be fresh eyes and a fresh smile after five years. I couldn't be new.

Those things are as real as anything else, though, and I'll have to fly through them. Straight through the sickening dips and air pockets, because you can't chart a course around anything you're afraid of. You can't run from any part of yourself, and it's better that you can't.

and yet just now, in my cold cot, I felt strangely close to him. It was his life I was reaching for in coming here, and if I couldn't have my father back, exactly, maybe not ever, I could have the rightness of looking in the same direction, of stepping into his shadow with my own. I didn't know a thing about marriage or men—that had been proven well enough. But I did know horses. For the first time in a long time, I was exactly where I should be.

most of us have very little choice about what we're going to become or who we're going to love, or what place on earth chooses us, becoming home. All we can do is go when we're called, and pray we'll still be taken in.

I think I could turn and live with animals,' " he read aloud, "they are so placid and self-contain'd, I stand and look at them long and long. They do not sweat and whine about their condition, They do not lie awake in the dark and weep for their sins….

He's never been a throwaway kid. Never experienced the world in a woman's body, or a girl's. Never had a reason to confuse love with suffering.

The sensitive readers, they have a certain look. You can al. most smell it on them, that they need books to feel okay.

Life is full of messes. Your mistakes aren't bigger than anyone else's.