Quotes About Acceptance

A preoccupation with the next world clearly shows an inability to cope credibly with this one.

There should have been a better farewell. But in the end, there never is. And we take what meagre scraps we can find.

See? Even dead she makes me a better whatever-the-hell it is I am. A less stupid person. A more considerate monster.

Hell didn't make me a monster. It just confirmed all my worst fears about myself.

If you ever need to confirm that a girl is worth coming back from Hell for, show her your monster arm and see what she says.

I'd like to think they're staring at me because of my white-hot animal magnetism, but I'm not Elvis. I'm Lobster Boy, hear me roar.

Death smiles at us all and all a man can do is smile back.

You don't have to be afraid of me. Eugene likes you. Doc likes you. That means I like you. We're all family now. All the funny little people who live in the cracks of the world.

Your image of yourself is one of a beast. A benevolent one, but a beast nonetheless. As much as this might pain you, it is also easy and familiar. It allows you to do away with deeper emotions.

That's not terribly comforting, but I suppose it will have to do." "That pretty much sums up Hell.

I hate that there are nervous butterflies in my stomach, but there's no denying it.

There's nothing I could have done about it then and there's nothing I can do about it now and that's what I have to live with. Maybe that right there is the definition of life. Being alive is learning how to live with the intolerable.

I'm okay." "You're an idiot is what you are." "That too probably.

You killed Buzzy." "Yeah. I'm sorry." "Don't be sorry. I'm glad you did it.

Bless me, Father, for I have sinned." "Then you'll fit in just fine around here," he says.

And if I do live, I don't know if my body is ever going to be right again. I mean, even if I figure out what Ludovico's Ellicit is and get cured, I might look like Freddy Krueger's foreskin forever.

Maybe I should have kept my rock. At least I wouldn't look quite so much like a deer caught in the headlights. No. I'd look like a deer with a rock. Forget it. We

True confidence is allowing yourself to feel the full spectrum of your emotions. Sometimes you may feel strong, loud and powerful. At other times, you might feel quiet, insecure and scared. All of these feelings are you, and all of them are absolutely okay.

How many things do we have control over in our life? Just about zero, right? But that doesn't stop us from trying to control everything. And this is a major source of tension and stress.

Being compassionate is actually very brave because it involves taking an honest look at your own self. In order to feel compassion towards yourself, you must be willing to face your pain instead of burying your head in the sand. That's the essence of bravery.

We can change the way that we think about external events, even where we cannot change them. And we can do something more. We can intelligently change our exposure to events that make us either happy or unhappy.

It's kinda like D.H. Lawrence had this idea of two people meeting on a road, and instead of just passing and glancing away, they decide to accept what he calls the confrontation between their souls. It's like freeing the brave, reckless gods within us all.

My advice to myself is simple. Run with MS, not away from it. That race from existing illness cannot be won. See the truth. We move forward with grace when the wind is at our backs.

Those of us who battle chronic illness are in it for the long haul. I need to come to grips with who I am and what is important before I can function at my best with others. That has yet to happen, for I am a work in progress with no end in sight. Coping is forever an aspiration. I need to stop getting hung up on conventional issues of control and inabilities that just do not matter.