Quotes About Acceptance

America also stands for the melting pot. The idea of the melting pot. It was the place where people could come from anywhere and be a part of it. Such was the theory. There are lessons there for us.

God grant me to SERENITY to accept what I cannot change the TENACITY to change what I may and the GOOD LUCK not to f*** up too often

What does the world know? Nothing! You simply get used to something, you accept it and acknowledge it, because your teacher has acknowledged it before you; everything is just a supposition—indeed, even time, space, motion, matter are suppositions. The world knows nothing, it merely accepts things…

But it doesn't matter. Nothing matters now." And the sound of her voice in the forest was just like a little tremulous song.   And the leaves turn even more yellow, fall is approaching; more stars have appeared in the sky, and from now on the moon looks like a shadow of silver dipped in gold.

Besides, beyond question, it takes a certain degree of brainlessness to remain permanently contented with oneself and with everything.

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det skal en viss grad av ringhet i ævnen til å gå og være varig tilfreds med livet og atpå kjøpet vente sig noget nyt og godt av det.

Aidan from the past: He took her hands in his bloodied, callused ones. "Accept me?" His eyes glowed, his lashes spiked from rain. Declan in the present: He gripped her nape. "I fuckin love you, Regin!" Rain spiked his lashes as he gazed down at her, commanding her, "Love me back!

You're still... Declan?-- --Voice hoarse, he said, Aye, it's me. I will never be your perfect Viking, Regin! I've made unforgivable mistakes. I've no family or friends, and my men hold no love for me. I'm scarred inside and out. And I'm bloody askin' for you anyway!

Some men would take happiness where they found it. Especially when they have absolutely no promise of it anywhere else. [Rydstrom]

My looks had gone from well-kempt cheerleader to apocalyptic disasterpiece.

Accept this: your mortal is doomed. Please, Aric. I'm begging you! He whirled around, fury in his expression. You refused - twice - to beg me for your own life, but you'd beg for his? I whispered, Yes.

You once told me I was so good at this game because it's all I'll ever have.' The sadness in his voice had drawn me up short. 'Your words were true, though I didn't wish them to be. Not then. Or now.' I'd heard Aric enraged, playful, fierce, in pain, and in lust. I'd never heard this soft sadness before.

Lachlain said, Before you go, I wanted to pass on some advice. Emma told me that to win your mate, you have to accept Regin. The two are thick as thieves. Always have been. Since they were children. So calling Regin a glowing bluidy freak dinna help my cause? On top of the lie? Christ, I've bollixed this up.

When do you give up on someone you love?

I wasn't a big fan of women trying to fix men, to change them. I always figured there were guys enough out there, so I should look for a total package that was already fully Ikea-assembled—or go without.

I'll consider myself lucky, my elusive girl, once you consider yourself taken. Every man has a weakness; you are mine. I've accepted that. Now you must accept me.

I told him what I told myself whenever my guilt grew too painful: "It happened. It hurt. Better things await you.

On that ledge in the blackness, she'd truly recognized for the first time in her life that some creatures who went bump in the night might hate that they did.

Easy, female," Cade soothed as he crept closer to where Holly huddled naked in a corner. ... When he began unbuttoning his shirt to cover her, she gave a cry, and bloody claws swiped out at him. Then she stared in horror at her fingertips. ... When he removed his shirt, she bared her small fangs and hissed, then looked aghast at her reaction. "There, now, a good hiss never hurt anyone.

A veces solo tienes que estar loco o triste, Evie. A veces solo tienes que dejar que suceda. Pero ponte un límite, a continuación, vuelve a ser feliz.

And the bleak one? Bowen? What's his damage? Why does he look so bad? He lost someone verra close to him. I'm sorry, she said softly. When did it happen? Early eighteen hundreds. And he still hasn't recovered? He's gotten worse. Lachlain rested his forehead against hers. It's our nature, Emma.

You couldn't be more beautiful." She sighed, "I know

I have no more fucks to give. Okay, Vrekener?—