Quotes About Acceptance

I wanted you to choose this. To choose me. But it isn't always possible for two people to want the same thing. I want you, and that will have to be enough for both of us.

I'm sorry,' Finn mumbled, a global apology for everything he was, and everything he was not, and all the ways he couldn't let it go.

It is nice. But a pretty face is just a lucky accident. Pretty can't feed you. And you'll never be pretty enough for some people.

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Those who cry to be young again should think twice before they seal those prayers.

How can you make someone love you when they won't? How long are you supposed to keep trying?

There are worse things in life to be than fat, and one of them is ignorant. Another is prejudiced. Another is deliberately cruel.

Nicholas nodded.All right.He stays.But I want to see him and speak to him first. Are you going to give him a hug?Lucian drawled,Tell him everything's going to be all right?Share some feelings perhaps?

Hope erodes slowly, over time, until you wake up one night at three o'clock in the morning and realize: I am not meant for that kind of thing.

I sometimes go months without remembering you. Some griefs bless us that way, not asking much space.

Life's a bitch," I said. "And then you die," Larry finished for me.

Every relationship is messed up. What makes it really perfect is if you still want to be there when things suck.

What is love? Sometimes it's just letting yourself be who and what you are, and letting the person you're supposed to love be who and what he is too. Or maybe what and who they are.

Sometimes you fight what you are, and sometimes you give in to it. And some nights you just don't want to fight yourself anymore, so you pick someone else to fight.

Death didn't bother me much. Strong Christian and all that. Method of death did. Being eaten alive. One of my top three ways not to go out.

Feelings are never stupid, they just make us feel stupid sometimes.

Sometimes it's not the light in a person you fall in love with, but the dark. Sometimes it's not the optimist you need, but another pessimist to walk beside you and know, absolutely know, that the sound in the dark is a monster, and it really is as bad as you think.

One of my favorite things about hanging out with the monsters is the healing. Straight humans seemed to get killed on me a lot. Monsters survived. Let's hear it for the monsters.

If your life works, and you work in it, then it's okay, whatever is happening is okay.

Vampires are people too!

Stop what? Cheering you up? Or is life supposed to stop because you did something horrible? I'll tell you the real horrible truth, Anita. No matter what you do or how bad you feel about it, life just goes on. Life doesn't give a fuck that you're sorry or upset or deranged or tormented. Life just goes on, and you gotta go on with it, or sit in the middle of the road and feel sorry for yourself. And I don't see you doing that.

I stared at Jean-Claude and it wasn't the beauty of him that made me love him, it was just him. It was love made up of a thousand touches, a million conversations, a trillion shared looks. A love made up of danger shared, enemies conquered, a determination to neither of us would change the other, even if we could. I love Jean-Claude, all of him, because if I took away the Machiavellian plottings, the labyrinth of his mind, it would lessen him, make him someone else.

It means black kitten, I said with my pulse almost even again. Ares studied me. And you're ok with them calling you their black kitten? They're wererats, Ares, I said. He frowned at me. They're not calling me their little black rat. Think it through.

If you're alive, don't move, if you're dead, don't worry about it.