Quotes About Acceptance

Een van de vreemde dingen aan de dood, heeft Trudy ontdekt, is namelijk dat je in het kielzog ervan gewoon verdergaat alsof er niets gebeurd is. Het lijkt harteloos en verkeerd, maar nu de rituelen van de rouw afgehandeld zijn, hoeft Trudy alleen nog maar de enorme omvang van deze plotselinge verandering proberen te bevatten.

Thomas cracks his joints on the steering wheel. It's all right. I mean, it's not, but of course you wouldn't know. It's not exactly something I advertise. And I only bring it up now to let you know I'm in your corner. Life is so often unfair and painful and love is hard to find and you have to take it whenever and wherever you can get it, no matter how brief it is or how it ends. So I understand. That's all.

Time will fold over the past if you let it.

Just that ever since I was very little I'd had this--affliction, or gift, or whatever you want to call it; that I have visions. And that this is something I accept about myself as part of who I am, a scary part sometimes , but also the best part of me because it makes me who I am, you know? It helps me understand things.

A narrow-minded man can lead one to devalue others, and in the end, to desperately dangerous hates of outsiders, ranging in expression from discrimination against minorities to world conflagrations,' Tolman wrote. The solution? Create broader cognitive maps in the mind that encompass bigger geographical boundaries and a wider social scope, embracing those we might consider others, and in this way encourage empathy and understanding.

There are many stages of grief. It's sad, something coming to an end. It cracks you open, in a way -- cracks you open to feeling. When you try to avoid the pain, it creates greater pain. I'm a human being, having a human experience in front of the world. I wish it weren't in front of the world. I try really hard to rise above it.

I've gone for each type: the rough guy the nerdy, sweet, lovable guy and the slick guy. I don't really have a type. Men in general are a good thing.

I really am pretty happy with what God gave me.

It's sad, something coming to an end. It cracks you open, in a way - cracks you open to feeling.

I'm not sitting dwelling about the past or stressing or fretting about something in the future.

Once you figure out who you are and what you love about yourself, I think it all kinda falls into place."

True love brings up everything - you're allowing a mirror to be held up to you daily.

Here's the thing: No matter where I go, sad things will happen to me, hard things. People I love will die, and sometimes I'll have to tell friends good-bye. I'll meet people who won't like me, and I'll know loneliness. I don't like it, but that's the way it is.

But trust me, it's best to face something head on, smash it, and move on with your life. Lingering and wondering, waiting and worrying... that kills you.

You have to understand, and help him, dear. Not repair him.

Don't hunger for what you can't have, she admonished herself. Take pleasure in what you can. Such thoughts had got her through the worst days.

Mac's friends had viewed his celibacy as a joke, and his brothers had thought he'd been trying to prove himself to Isabella. Proving himself had been part of it, but the truth was that Mac had not wanted another woman. Going to someone else wouldn't have been comfort, or even forgetting. Mac had lost himself when he'd married Isabella, and that was that.

Call me Beth, please," she said. "I am no longer Mrs. Ackerley and have become, to our mutual astonishment, your sister." Hart

Do you mind my madness? Even if you're right that I can contain the rages, I will always be mad. I won't get better." "I know." Beth snuggled against his chest. "It's part of the very intriguing package that is Ian Mackenzie.

Sorry, Ian," Cameron said. He found himself saying that to Ian quite a bit. "I didn't understand." Ian gave him a faint nod but didn't answer. His look told Cameron that he knew his older brother was an idiot, but he'd learned to put up with it.

Beth knew in that instant that she was not a true lady, and never would be. A true lady would have fallen out of her chair in a gentle swoon or screamed down the opera house. Instead, Beth leaned into Ian's touch, liking it.

But people can't be fixed, especially not men like Mr. McBride. Not in the way you mean. You have to understand, and help him, dear. Not repair him.

Why good news involved the man being pounded, Ian had never understood, but he knew that the gestures made Mac, Cam and Hart happy. Ian stood quietly and took their hand claps, arms around his shoulders, liking that he was part of them, brothers who had never deserted him.

She tasted happiness here that she'd had only a glimpse of with Thomas. Thomas had taught thelonely, frightened Beth Villiers that she was allowed to be happy. Ian was letting her imbibe all the happiness she wanted.