Quotes About Acceptance

Like a bird handled by humans whose flock would not accept it back, Rob now wore the unwashable scent of the Ivy League.

People bring their own shit to the way they see things. If they don't believe what you're doing is right, that's their choice. But the choice has more to do with them than with you. Don't worry about it. You made your own choice.

Be yourself and people will like you.

I'm having a seriously hard time getting used to the fact that summer is over and I have to get out of bed every morning to go to school.

But as I have noticed on more than one occaision, life itself is unfair, and there is no complaint department, so we might as well accept things the way they happen, clean up the mess, and move on.

We are liberal and tolerant because we are prosperous.

Not even generals can stop the rain.

CONTROL MYSELF?!! I'm a MONSTER! Monsters don't control themselves! That's the whole IDEA!

I was sane, I would always be sane, and I was just going to have to deal with it. Sometimes life sucks. *

You have to learn how to die if you wanna be alive.

I think I've finally stopped worrying about getting back from somewhere less comfortable—some place where I'm sure I'm going to be miserable. I believe I'm starting to be "okay" wherever I am. I think I'm ready to just say, "Let's go.

That's one of the problems with humans—that we can be talked out of loving something. That we can be talked out of loving something that we do, and we can be talked out of loving ourselves. Easily, unfortunately

The world we are a part of now is difficult to accept, unimaginably difficult. I don't know if I accept everything even now. I don't know how I can. But acceptance moves past denial, and maybe there's defiance in that, too.

Sometimes I feel as if we live in hell and don't even realize it. The lacerations are endless. The lies we accept, the rituals we perform. All these useless acts.

Among all the impossible things he had already witnessed, what were a few more?

The world we are a part of now is difficult to accept, unimaginably difficult. I don't know if I accept everything even now. I don't know how I can. But acceptance moves past denial, and maybe there's a defiance in that, too.

And so I wept my story into the ocean and the ocean received it.

Courage is no more than learning to live with your fear.

But then what? What occurs after revelation and paralysis? Either death or a slow and certain thawing. A returning to the physical world.

None of us are changing. Everything is fine. Let's have a picnic.

Die? Then so be it.

It's no good to want to win still more when you have already won.

People who have strong likes and dislikes find life very difficult; they are as rigid as if they had only one bone.

What does she think it feels like, having everybody telling you you're strange, you're different, you don't go along with the crowd, you don't play what we like to play, you don't think what we think, what's wrong with you? As if it never occurs to them that there might be something wrong with them. It feels like claws ripping you to pieces. And if you don't believe you can rise from the fire, then you'll just shrivel up and die inside