Quotes About Acceptance

I am not going to think about it. It was ugly, but it's over, and I'm not going to think about it.

Didn't help to ponder things that were forever gone. It only made a body restless and fill up with bees, all wanting to sting something.

Note: 'family' does NOT only mean a biological unit composed of people who share genetic markers or legal bonds, headed by a heterosexual-mated pair. Family is much, much more than that.

Make it bend — trees are flexible, so they don't snap. Scar it, give it a twisted branch — perfect trees don't exist. Nothing is perfect. Flaws are interesting. Be the tree.

I stand in the center aisle of the auditorium, a wounded zebra in a National Geographic special, looking for someone, anyone to sit next to. A predator approaches: gray jock buzz cut, whistle around a neck thicker than his head. Probably a social studies teacher, hired to coach a blood sport.

There is nothing wrong with me. These are really sick people, sick that you can see.

I doubt trees are ever told to 'be the screwed-up ninth-grader.'

Death is funny, when you think about it. Everybody does it, but nobody knows how, exactly how.

I closed my eyes and let my enemy win.

I could never hate you, even if I wanted to.

I can't let me hear this, but it's too late. The facts sneak in and stab me.

The playground was a war of girls versus boys and now I feel shame cuz some kids must have wanted to stand with the other team, and some must have wanted new teams entirely, but the world was drawn for us binary in clumsy chalk lines, and we'd try to do better when we were in charge.

Home was still hellish, afire with the painful realization that no matter how much I loved my parents my love could not fix them

Não existe cura mágica, nem como fazer tudo desaparecer para sempre. Existem apenas pequenos passos adiante; um dia mais fácil, uma risada inesperada, um espelho que não importa mais.

Sono lo spazio tra le mie cosce e la luce che ci passa attraverso. Sono il topo di biblioteca che si rifugia nei romanzi fantasy. Sono il freak del circo, intrappolato nella cera d'api. Sono le ossa che vogliono, racchiuse in una cornice di porcellana.

I would be lucky to get an invitation to my own funeral, with my reputation.

Halloween - the day when we could pretend to be whatever we wanted - seemed to be letting everyone be who they really were.

No use crying, just get on with your life.

She wrote in tiny letters that she was not outcasted for the exact same reason that Melinda got outcasted. But outcasting is hurtful, no matter who you are or what happened.

What am I afraid of? Why can't I even want to get better? When am I me and how do I know that and who would I be if I did what they want? How did I get like this?

I am the space between my thighs, daylight shining through. --- I am the bones they want, wired on a porcelain frame.

He's finally admitting how desperate things are, but he doesn't think treatment will work.' 'Why not?' 'You don't want to get better. He says nothing will work until you want to be healthy and have a real life.

the necessary, impossible goodbye that had suddenly, in slow motion, arrived

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