Quotes About Acceptance

I'm happy to be going, said Mig, putting a hand up and gently touching one of her cauliflower ears. Might just as well be happy, seeing as it doesn't make a difference to anyone but you if you are or not, said the soldier.

I loved the preacher so much. I loved him because he loved Winn-Dixie. I loved him because he was going to forgive Winn-Dixie for being afraid. But most of all, I loved him for putting his arm around Winn-Dixie like that, like he was already trying to keep him safe.

How did anybody say goodbye to someone they loved? But that was what the world demanded, wasn't it? Again and again, the world insisted upon betrayals, goodbyes. How could anyone bear it?

you got to remember, you can't always judge people by the things they done. You got to judge them by what they are doing now.

Mon Dieu, look, look, says Antoinette. He lives. He lives! And he seems such the happy mouse. Forgiven, whispers Lester. Cripes, says Furlough, unbelievable. Just so, says the threadmaster, Hovis, smiling. Just so. And, reader, it is just so. Isn't it?

There was, truly no place for him. The home of his childhood was long gone, and it had never been his home, even when he was a child. His mother had said to him, Do not anger your father. Try to do as he says. Try to be who he wants you to be. But he had not known how to do that, had he? He still did not know how to do that. He knew, only, how to be himself. And shouldn't home be the place where you are allowed to be yourself, loved as yourself?

But, alas, he never really belonged in either place, the sad fate, I am afraid, of those whose hearts break and then mend in crooked ways.

Well now, look at that," she said. "That dog is smiling at me." "It's a talent of his," I told her. "It is a fine talent," Miss Franny said. "A very fine talent." And she smiled back at Winn-Dixie. "We could be friends," I said to Miss Franny. "I mean you and me and Winn-Dixie, we could all be friends.

It's kind of a strange church and I thought Winn-Dixie would fit right in.

It is all gone , though Peter. All of it is gone! And there is no way to get it back. 'Eat,' said Leo Matienne again, very gently. Peter looked the truth of what he had lost full in the face. And then he ate.

We do not know what will become. What will become is what becomes, and that is all we know.

He allowed his brother to lead him to his fate.

I don't understand,' said Despereaux. 'And you will not understand until you lose what you love...

tongue after you lose a tooth. Time after time, my mind kept going to that empty spot, the spot where I felt like she should be. When I told Gloria Dump about Otis and how he got arrested, she laughed so hard she had to grab hold of her false teeth so they wouldn't fall out of her mouth.

And shouldn't home be the place where you are allowed to be yourself, loved as yourself?

It's different for everyone she said, you find out on your own. But in the meantime, you got to remember, you can't always judge people by the things they done. You got to judge them by what they're doing now.

There ain't no way you can hold on to something that wants to go, you understand? You can only love what you got while you got it.

How could people send their children away? How did anybody say goodbye to someone they loved? But that was what the world demanded, wasn't it? Again and again, the world insisted upon betrayals, goodbyes. How could anyone bear it?

Now, don't get started on that. Remember what I said: There's no point in looking back.

Killing him will not banish him from your dreams, said Cannoc. I can assure you of that. Think on who you are, Jack Dory.

He was glad to be alive. ... In fact, Edward Tulane was so happy to be back among the living that he did not even take umbrage at being referred to as it.

see it tomorrow?" I asked. "Child," she said, "as long as this is my garden, you're welcome in it. But that tree ain't going to have changed much by tomorrow." "But I want to see you, too," I said. "Hmmmph," said Gloria Dump. "I ain't going nowhere. I be right here." I woke Winn-Dixie up then. He had peanut butter

There ain't no way that you can hold onto something that wants to go, you understand? You can only love what you got while you got it.

We must all learn the measure of our strength. Otherwise we exhaust ourselves striving for that which we can never gain.