Quotes About Acceptance

And while seeing Trent in his tighty-whities would make my decade, I'd found out long ago that I couldn't stay mad at a man wearing nothing but underwear. They looked so charmingly vulnerable.

A compassion swirled form nowhere in the high I was lost in. She needed me. She needed me to accept her for what she was. And when I realized that I had it within myself to give her at least this small part of me, the last of my fear melted away.

Don't stereotype, Jenks. HAPA is an equal-opportunity hate group," I said.

Happiness was happiness wherever you found it.

I'll always be here, he said softly. You can never fill my need, never drive me away, no matter how much you give me. The good or the bad. I'll always be hungry for emotion, always and forever, and I can feel you hurting. I can turn it to joy. If you'll let me.

Why aren't you afraid of me? I've seen my death, and you're not it.

But I knew Nick. He was too ugly to die.

This can't happen. Minias said it couldn't happen. I'm not a demon. It shouldn't work for me! I'm not a demon!" "Apparently," Al said, slamming into the bars in time with his words, "you're so damn close, it doesn't matter!

Rachel, you summon demons. You're good at it. Get over it, then find a way to make it work for you. It's not going to go away.

Maybe I could be friends with a ghost. I wouldn't be able to kill him.

because children should have the chance to be loved by those who love them—always and no matter what.

Even a superhero needs a place to be normal.

I'd given up on the white picket fence after Kisten had died—finding out my kids would be demons was the nail in the coffin.

Good God," I whispered, sitting on the van's cot and looking at my legs, horrified. They were hairy—not wolf hairy, but an I-couldn't-find-my-razor-the-last-six-months hairy. Utterly grossed out, I took a peek at my armpit, jerking away. Oh, that's just…nasty.

I felt my shoulders ease at her admission. She was going to do what she had to do, and I was going to do what I had to do. And Ivy? Ivy was going to go insane.

Oh. Shit. I breathed, arms shaking as I tried to push myself up, failing. That's okay. It's nice just to lie here.

But she can't stay here. The woman needs normal, and Rachel? We aren't it.

Ivy wanted to do something for me, and if she couldn't give me a hug without her blood lust tainting it, then by God I would let her put that gunk under my eye.

Her fingers pressing into me grew firmer and her breath quickened. I told myself this was what I wanted. Believe it. Accepting it. –don't be afraid, she breathed as she held herself poised

Oh, God, I'm going to be a hundred and sixty with a flower on my ass.

I'm not talking about the blood ecstasy. I'm talking about my being able to fill that emotion void she has. You know her as well as I do, maybe better. She aches with it. She needs to be accepted for who she is so badly. And I was able to do that. Do you know good that felt? To be able to show someone that, yes, you are someone worth sacrificing for? That you like them for their faults and that you respect them for their ability to rise above them?

I wanted to make decisions on who I loved by who completed me, made me feel good about myself. Who I could love freely and help make a better person by just being there.

Learning to understand those you hate and fear is harder. I

Bowing my head, I took it - I didn't fight it, I took it - accepting it with a feeling of inevitability. It was as if a part of me had died, accepting that I couldn't be who I wanted, so I had to work at making who I was someone I could live with.