Quotes About Acceptance

It wasn't her problem to solve; it was Kevin's. Let God fix him. After repeating the words for months, she finally understood what they meant. Let go and let God.

More than anything in life, she wishes she'd let him. That she'd smiled for the camera. That she'd said yes. Life was gone before you knew it;how foolish she'd been to refuse any of it.

The starving, the unwanted old and unborn, the criminal, those of wrong color, ideology, sex, nation, class—whatever category renders a person least in our minds—bear the face of Jesus.

It's about building bridges with those who won't come to us on Sunday, not as a project but because Jesus loves them and told us to. It's a dangerous journey that requires honesty and vulnerability.

We launch public shame grenades with abandon and claim to "love the sinner but hate the sin," which translates to "we are enormous pompous jerks.

When the goal of therapy is reintegration into society, the assumption is that it is the individual who must adapt, and the society that is healthy.

How long does one accept apologies; until apologies become reality and reality becomes the truth.

The way I saw it, life wasn't always so clear cut as to call one thing a sin and another thing holy. Sometimes, you just had to give people enough space, time, and grace to find their way to safety. Despite whatever mistakes I had made in my own journey toward faith, I couldn't see how forcing the issue upon others did much to speed up the process. Still, it didn't seem to stop some folks from trying.

A dark voice inside me said I didn't deserve to be here and pointed to the past. Yet, that day, with a surprising new store of strength, I pushed it back. I had the power to stop being afraid of failure. I had failed in the past, I might fail in the future, but I didn't have to waste energy on being embarrassed about the outcome, good or bad. Even if things were hard or confusing to navigate, I'd be okay, no matter what.

I had done my best, and it wasn't good enough. I doubted, I pined, I prayed, and I was still me. I was a gay woman, inspired by Jesus in ways beyond my ability to communicate, who failed to live up to the expectations of all that a Christian was supposed to agree with, believe in, and reenact. I was certain I could no longer be the standard-bearer of an institutionalized religion, but I couldn't escape the fact that my faith seeped into my art.

But no matter where I went, what I was running from would still be with me—Kat. She wasn't just back in the house, in that bed. She was with me now, inside me. And there was no outrunning that.

He gives me a knowing look. "Everything falls apart when you get old. Believe me, you don't want to know how many times I used to get up during the night to pee.

It's the messy parts that make us human, so we should embrace them too —pat ourselves on the back for getting through them rather than being angry for having gotten into them in the first place

I am an expert at not wanting to want things." I held my sword up for a moment longer, then lowered it, the way he'd lowered his. "But I'm starting to realize that the person I need to be, the person I'm becoming—she's not that girl anymore.

I'm not your girl" "You could be." "Yeah and I could also tattoo an anorexic pterodactyl on my navel, but I'm not planning on do that, either

Nobody knew what it was like to be torn between what it meant to be human and what it meant to be Pack better than me.

Don't you ever apologize for being what you are.

The fact that you don't hate him for this breaks my heart. And if we weren't leaving because of what they'd done to you, we'd be leaving because the pack has twisted you enough to make you think that it's okay for someone to treat you that way.

Home isn't a place, Cassie.' The memory crept up on me. 'Home is the people who love you most, the people who will always love you, forever and ever, no matter what.

You know that just because you ignore something, that doesn't make it go away.

The problem was that there was no treatment. No cure. There was nothing that...any medical professional could do. If I'd been fully human, I would have been a dead girl walking....

She'd let me in, and for the first time, I actually wanted to do the same, to tell someone the truth. That I wasn't normal. That I wasn't human.

Home isn't a place. It's not having a bed to come home to, or a yard, or a Christmas tree at the holidays. Home is the people who love you.

Everyone is a little wrong sometimes, Heiress.