Quotes About Acceptance

When I could finally speak, I twisted to face Daniel and said, "It's my fault Rafe's dead." "No, it isn't," he said fiercely. "I'm the one who knocked out the pilot.

I…I still--" "Can't believe it?" Rafe shrugged. "I'm guessing a regular person wouldn't have survived. But we're part cat so maybe falls aren't so bad. I think I lost one of my nine lives though." He twisted to look at the stab wound. "Maybe two.

I rubbed my face. "It's back to normal, " Daniel said. "What?" I peered at him through my fingers. "Your face. It looks normal, so you can stop rubbing. It wasn't bad before anyway. Just a little…different.

I said the same words he'd said to me before he'd let go. "It's okay." A twisted smile. "No, not really. But it'll be okay soon. Or as close as it can get.

So, I guess you'll be moving on, then? she said. Got thing to do? Places to be? Daniel winced. Corey lifted his brows. Rafe only sputtered a laugh. Well, at least you didn't say you're sorry to see me alive.

And Sam? Well, she's not even human, so she doesn't count." "Excuse me?" Sam said. "Face it, you're not one of those bendo-things. You're a robot. A cyborg. Probably an evil one, programmed to murder us all in our sleep." Corey snickered. "Yeah?" Sam lifted a fist to Hayley. "You want to try that one again, blondie?" Hayley looked at Daniel and me. "I rest my case.

Women expect this. It doesn't mean we tolerate it, but it is a fact of our lives.

What about me?" Corey said. "What's my superpower?" Silence fell. "Oh, come on. I'm good at a lot of stuff. Right?" More silence. "You're cute," Hayley said. "Well, cute enough." "Fun to be around," I offered. "So I'm…a clown?

I'm good at a lot of stuff. Right?" More silence. "You're cute," Hayley said. "Well, cute enough." "Fun to be around," I offered. "So I'm…a clown?" "At least you're a cute clown," Hayley said. "Not a scary one.

Do you know what that word meant? The one she called me?" She shook her head. "No idea. I don't even know if it's Navajo. She may have lived with them, but she's white. The language is nearly impossible for an outsider to learn." "Calling me a witch, too." I shook my head. "At least give me a chance to earn it first.

This was what I wanted. This guy. This life. This me. I was never getting my old life back, and I didn't care. I was happy. I was safe. I was right where I wanted to be.

If you aren't adorable, it's only because you won't let yourself be adored.

Hildy has resigned herself to this, that life is a series of sudden disappearences, leavetakings without the proper good-byes. Someday she too might vanish. Some days she looks forward to learning this trick.

I'm not good at the friends thing. I'm the human equivalent of one of those baby birds that fall out of a nest and then some nice person picks the baby bird up and puts it back. Except that now the baby bird smells all wrong. I think I smell wrong.

So what am I now?" Lee says, teasing. Dodo sighs. Gives Lee a hard look. "A monster. You and your friends, all of you. Pretty monsters. It's a stage all girls go through. If you're lucky you get through it without doing any permanent damage to yourself or anyone else.

When he looked over to see if Catherine had heard, she had her head up the tiled fireplace, as if she were trying it on, to see whether it fit. Catherine was six months pregnant. Nothing fit her except for Henry's baseball caps, his sweatpants, his T-shirts. But she liked the fireplace.

She'll take what she can get and be happy about it, because love isn't about convenience and frozen yogurt and real life. That isn't what love is about.

So tell me about this prison thing. What did you do? Should I be afraid of you?" "Probably not," Will says. "It doesn't do much good to be afraid of things.

What you deserve and what you can stand aren't necessarily the same thing

Knotty theological questions are the least worrying of problems to me. Why? Because they will be resolved in the hereafter, and meanwhile they can be safely shelved.

You're a queer?" "That's exactly what I am. I didn't choose to be." After a while Woody put his arm around Chuck's shoulders. "Well, what the hell," he said. "At least you're not a Republican.

Mam kissed Ethel and said: "I'm glad to see you settled at last, anyway," That word ANYWAY carried a lot of baggage, Ethel thought. It meant: "Congratulations, even though you're a fallen woman, and you've got an illegitmate child whose father no one knows, and you're marrying a Jew, and living in London, which is the same as Sodom and Gomorrah." But Ethel accepted Mam's qualified blessing and vowed never to say such things to her own child.

No candidate is perfect' said Lloyd. 'It's how you deal with your weaknesses that matters

He had heard that people who had the toes chopped off one foot could not stand up, but fell over constantly until they learned to walk again. He felt like that, as if part of him had been amputated, and he could not get used to the idea that it was gone forever.