Quotes About Acceptance

Two female horses, retired mares, separated by a sliding barn door, nose each other. Neither of them will get pregnant again, their job is to just be a horse.

I am beautiful. I am full of love. I am dying.

Mental health needs a great deal of attention. It's the final taboo and it needs to be faced and dealt with.

I'm still struggling to accept that Pluto may not be a planet.

Perhaps nowhere is the selfless, sacrificial love of God more clearly displayed than when someone takes on the task of raising and loving a child who is not biologically theirs. They didn't have to take the job, they had a choice, but they chose to set aside their fears and accept the calling to be a stepparent, foster parent, or adoptive parent.

The second thing I have come to understand is that God will not suspend another's free will to answer my prayers. I can pray for someone to come to faith in Christ or buy my house or love me, but I can't expect God to make someone do these things.

Everyone has nightmares. They're tough sometimes. You wake up and you get on with things. That's just how it is.

It had taken me a long time to see how strong this desire for an answer was. I had to train myself to notice how it arose, and how to put it aside. Because if all I did was scour what a person said to me each week for clues, I wouldn't do her much good. I had to give up my own need to cure if I was going to stand any chance of shepherding her toward acceptance of who she already was.

I did what most kids do when their world feels destroyed. I tried to care less about what remained...This was untrue, of course.

There is no getting better. There is love I cannot bear, which has kept me from drifting entirely loose. There are the medicines I can take that flood my mind without discrimination, slowing the monster, moving the struggle underwater, where I then must live in the murk. But there is no killing the beast. Since I was a young man, it has hunted me. And it will hunt me until I am dead. The older I become, the closer it gets.

the only way to shake your ghosts was to find them . . .

When he woke in the hospital, he asked, Where's my arm, and the doctors said, Sorry, but we had to amputate, and the captain says, I know my arm is gone, where is it, but they won't tell him. He can feel it, he says, making a fist without him. In the tub, he can feel the hot water with his missing arm. But where is it—in the trash or burned? He knows it's out there, he can literally feel it, but he's got no powers.

And what was wrong with my memory? How come I didn't recollect how I spent these painful days, and why was I okay with the fact that I couldn't recall them? I preferred it this way, didn't I? Compared to forgetting, did living really stand a chance?

It was nothing short of belonging, a feeling that wasn't particularly profound or intense

He'd spent his life with orphans, he understood their special plight, so he didn't hate them like most people did. He just wasn't one of them.

K? iztur?ties, sastopot homoseksu?li? Nor?diet, ka tas jums ir kaut kas nepieredz?ts, jo j?su dzimtaj? pus? t?du cilv?ku nav. P?c tam izturieties pret vi?u k? pret jebkuru ?u?hes p?tnieku, kas ieradies no ?rvalst?m, piem?ram, no Birmas, Ukrainas vai Kubas.

Someone needs to tell them that they're better off without their coffee tables and photo albums. Some person will have to break it to them that their apartments weren't so great, that losing track of half their relatives is probably for the best. Some shit, though, you got to figure for yourself.

Nonc's pretty okay with the man's death, but the notion that he'll never get dressed again, that he's to die in a gown, seems strange and impossible.

Ga thought about reminding the Dear Leader that they lived in a land where people had been trained to accept any reality presented to them.

The wound of not knowing," Ga said to her. "That's the one that never heals".

The Second Mate closed his eyes for a moment. He removed his shoes, and now he had none. The look in his eyes said that the wrongest thing that had ever happened was happening right now. And then the shoes slipped from his hand and into the water. He pretended to look at the horizon so that no one would see his face.

Like putting a name to my problems would solve anything

Ashamed is just grateful waiting to happen. You only taste your dignity right before you puke it up.

The million different answers to 'Why not let it go?' have just as many good ones among them as the million you can get from 'Why should I let it go?