Quotes About Acceptance

There comes a point where you just love someone. Not because they're good, or bad, or anything really. You just love them. It doesn't mean you'll be together forever. It doesn't mean you won't hurt each other. It just means you love them. Sometimes in spite of who they are, and sometimes because of who they are. And you know that they love you, sometimes because of who you are, and sometimes in spite of it.

First I have to accept the fact that you're kindhearted, now I have to accept the fact that you're insightful as well. I knew you were powerful, ruthless, and pretty, but that you have a mind and a heart besides is going to take some getting used to.

That's what you get for telling the truth. Someone calls you a liar. Most people will accept a likely lie to an unlikely truth. In fact, they prefer it.

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.

But one thing I'd learned in therapy was that just because a feeling made no sense didn't make you stop feeling it.

I'd been chunky in junior high, close to fat, so I knew what I was talking about. So that no teenager out there will get the wrong idea and go all anorexic on me, I was a size thirteen in jeans, and that was at five foot nothing. See, I really was chunky. I hate women who complain about being fat when they're like a size five. Anything under size five isn't a woman. It's a boy with breasts. I

The older I get the more I realize that ignorance may not be bliss, but sometimes it beats the alternative.

don't let other people's eyes make you hate yourself.

Some truths don't make you feel better. Some truths just hurt more." No one argued with him; we'd all been around violence and death too long to argue with something that true.

And here's something else I learned: you lose some people that way—fast and blinding. But some people inch away from you slowly, in barely discernible steps. In the end it almost doesn't matter. They're just as gone.

Love was foolish and inevitable. We were just waiting to be shattered by it. The days were finite, full of awe.

And here's something else I learned: you lose some people that way - fast and blinding. But some people inch away from you slowly, in barely discernible steps.

Right now everything is exactly as it should be.

One of the things Key West teaches is that disappointment and contentment can go together more easily than you would probably imagine.

We lose the right of complaining sometimes by forbearing it

At a certain point, memory begins to be a burden.

I do know that living in the past only messes up your present

IT happened. There is no avoiding it, no forgetting. No running away, or flying, or burying, or hiding.

I am the space between my thighs, daylight shining through.

She offered herself to the big, bad wolf and didn't scream when he took the first bite.

Nothing is perfect. Flaws are interesting. Be the tree.

The only number that would ever be enough is 0. Zero pounds, zero life, size zero, double-zero, zero point. Zero in tennis is love. I finally get it.

There's no point in asking why, even though everybody will. I know why. The harder question is why not? I can't believe she ran out of answers before I did.

They yell at me because I can't see what they see. Nobody can explain to me why my eyes work different than theirs. Nobody can make it stop.