Quotes About Acceptance

I try not to dwell on this.

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

But anyways, you let me down, Ken, but I've made my peace with it. With you. With the confused girl-child who used to be me. And Barbie? I've got nothing to say to that bitch. Not till she learns to walk flat-footed, like a real woman.

Expert Tip: "The day will come when you fervently wish that you are only as fat as you were the FIRST time you thought you were fat."—Michelle Loyet, MAW, whom I've been on vacation with numerous times

Things in my environment had gotten a little bit out of my control, as things sometimes do. I mean, we can't control every little facet of our world all of the time...

I cannot bear that lowering myself from the waist down will force one fat roll to collide with another like Earth's tectonic plates, and the subduction energy that results will bring me faster to unconsciousness than sniffing glue.

If Mrs. Elliott chose to work off her upset by indulging in an orgy of baking, it was fine with me.

Everyone is allowed a weakness, even women of the twentieth century.

The moving finger writes, and having writ Moves on. Nor all your piety and wit Can call it back to cancel half a line Nor all your tears wash out a word of it.

You know what I realized?" "What?" "Most of the people I know are dead. I guess that happens

I haven't seen her in five years. Well, hell, I haven't had a cigarette in twelve, and I damn well wanted one for a minute there. Sometimes I don't think anybody ever gets over anything.

Forgiving himself came easy to him. His, he'd come to realize, was a forgiving nature.

Nobody'd believe a story like yours except a dyke who shaves dogs.

The accumulator, with his acquisitions stuffed into boxes in no apparent order, is every bit as acceptable a philatelist as the collector trying slowly and painstakingly to fill, with flawlessly centered, post office-fresh examples, all the spaces in a single hingeless album. We're all in this together, and I figure whatever system we devise for ourselves is just fine.

Death is not always an occasion for sorrow.

If today is a consummation devoutly to be wished, how can I regret anything that helped bring it into being?

The realisation of one's own death is the point at which one becomes adult.

Perhaps our only sickness is to desire a truth which we cannot bear rather than to rest content with the fictions we manufacture out of each other.

Is it any wonder that I absent-mindedly take the entrance marked Aliens Only whenever I enter?

The richest love is that which submits to the arbitration of time. Lawrence Durrell in Clea, book three of the epic Alexandria Quartet - which I am reading for the third time since my early 20s...relishing its superb prose and enigmatic insights into the nature of love.

This is nothing of medical interest — a small chill. Diseases are not interested in those who want to die.' And then with one of those characteristic swerves of association, like a swallow turning in mid-air she added, 'Oh! Nessim, I have always been so strong. Has it prevented me from being truly loved?

I know what it's like to have someone coming home who looks at you not in the way they used to in the old days, and I've seen my own face contorted with sadness and rage in the mirror.

A sad thing in life is that sometimes you meet someone who means a lot to you, only to find out in the end it was never bound to be, and you just have to let go.

What's the good of dragging up sufferings which are over, of being unhappy now just because you were then.