Quotes About Acceptance

el amor verdadero no es ciego, lo ve todo y es infinitamente indulgente

Like most women you are riddled with the missionary instinct, that always seeks to change a man's nature and make it a little higher than the angels; whereas a man knows he can't remake any woman, and if his wife doesn't suit him, he accepts her as she is or goes out and finds another.

T]he more man accepts his limitations, the better is he enabled to know things truly.

There is no shame in scars, Ismae.

It is a good thing I no longer have a heart, because if I did, it would surely break.

It's hard for children's authors to be accepted when they try to write adult books. J.K. Rowling is the exception because people are so eager to read anything by her, but it took Judy Blume three or four tries before she had a success.

But I wasn't feeling like a winner. I felt like an ugly freak.

Dear Holy Spirit, there are so many things in Your Word I don't understand. Give me grace not to question but to accept that Your ways and Your thoughts are higher than my ways. Grant me too the power to bless others through my own hands, unworthy though I am. In Jesus's name, amen.

Forgiveness is worthless to us emotionally if we can't forgive ourselves.

He warmed to his own wounds as others warm themselves beside a fire

Happiness is not having what you want, but wanting what you have.

Me? I was lost for long time. I didn't make any friends for few years. You can say I made friends with two trees, two big trees in the middle of the school […]. I spent all my free time up in those trees. Everyone called me Tree Boy for the longest time. […]. I preferred trees to people. After that I preferred pigeons, but it was trees first.

I thought I'd be reading a new book today, but it doesn't feel right, or I don't feel like it. Some days are not new-book days. After

There are two kinds of people in this world: people who want to be desired, and people who want to be desired so much that they pretend they don't.

My features have blunted with the passage of time, my reflection only faintly resembles how I see myself. Gravity demands payback for the years my body has resisted it.

I thought I'd be reading a new book today, but it doesn't feel right, or I don't feel like it. Some days are not new-book days.

What is life if not a habitation to loss?

I don't hesitate when buying green bananas, but I'm slowing down.

Some days are not new book days.

Of course I received various permutations of the "Who will want to marry you if you read so much?" lecture, but I also had to endure the chilly "Don't try to be so different from normal people." Different from normal people? When I first heard that, I was sorely offended. I thought every person should live for art, not just me, and furthermore, why would I want to be normal? Why would I want to be stupid like everyone else?

I have reached the age where life has become a series of accepted defeats—age and defeat, blood brothers faithful to the end.

the need to belong to a party, any party, is greater than the fear of appearing stupid once again,

My Existence is Uncomfortable for People

There are two types of people in this world: people who want to be desired, and people who want to be desired so much that they pretend they don't.