Quotes About Acceptance

and I laugh like nothing every happened. I feel normal again, whatever that is.

Life is too short to judge others. It is not our job to tell someone what they feel or who they are. Why not spend some time on yourself instead?

Writing was me. But now writing is one of the things I can't do.

You shouldn't spend all your time worrying about the love that leaves, because then you might overlook the love that was always there.

Dear Friend, You are not a freak. You are wanted. You are necessary. You are the only you there is. Don't be afraid to leave the castle. It's a great big world out there.

As for the rest of you, remember this: YOU ARE WANTED. Big, small, tall, short, pretty, friendly, shy. Don't let anyone tell you otherwise, not even yourself. Especially not yourself.

People either see me or they don't. I wonder what it's like to walk down the street, safe and easy in your skin, and just blend right in. No one turning away, no one staring, no one waiting and expecting, wondering what stupid, crazy thing you'll do next.

Suddenly none of this would matter. No more worrying about where we're going or what's to become of us or if we'll ever disappoint another person again. All of it – just gone.

Chcia?abym ?y? w ?wiecie zaprojektowanym przez Theodore'a Fincha. - "I przez chwil? ?y?am

It's not your fault. And regrets are a waste of time. You have to live your life as if you will never feel sorry for anything. It's just that it's easier to do things right, so you don't have to apologize later.

me—everything might just explode. I keep my eyes on the road. "You know what I like about you, Ultraviolet Remarkey-able? Everything." "But I thought you didn't like me." And then I look at her. She raises an eyebrow at me. I

I take a good long look at her. I know life well enough to know you can't count on things staying around or standing still, no matter how much you want them to. You can't stop people from dying. You can't stop them from going away either. I know myself well enough to know that no one else can keep you awake or keep you from sleeping. That's all on me too. But man, I like this girl.

Everyone goes on with their lives, and maybe I can't keep up. Maybe I don't want to.

You can't stop people from dying. You can't stop them from going away. You can't stop yourself from going away either. I know myself well enough to know that no one else can keep you awake or keep you from sleeping. That's all on me too. But man, I like this girl.

Here are these people who called him "freak" and never paid attention to him, except to make fun of him or spread rumors about him, and now they are carrying on like professional mourners, the ones you can hire in Taiwan or the Middle East to sing, cry, and crawl on the ground. His family is just as bad. After the preacher is finished, everyone moves toward them to shake their hands and offer condolences. The family accepts them as if they've earned them.

I know life well enough to know you can't count on things staying around or standing still, no matter how much you want them to. You can't stop people from dying. You can't stop them from going away. You can't stop yourself from going away either. I know myself well enough to know that no one else can keep you awake or keep you from sleeping. That's all on me too. But man, I like this girl.

I can be both of us at once so no one will have to miss her, most of all me.

Alguém gosta de você. Grande, alto, pequeno, baixo, bonito, comum, tímido. Não deixe ninguém dizer o contrário, nem você mesmo. Principalmente você mesmo.

Wychodz? ze mnie wszystkie niepokoje, rozsypuj? si? na pod?odze jego garderoby.

I'm broken, and no one can fix it.

Why should what i weigh affect other people? I mean, unless I'm sitting on them, who cares?

It takes me about twenty seconds to forget about the staring faces and all that shiny, pulled-back hair and which of the girls on the bleachers may or may not be a better dancer than I am and the fact that I'm twice as big as anyone in this room. After that first thirty seconds, I disappear into the song. I become one with the music, one with the dance.

I shout, "I would like to welcome you to my death!" You might expect me to say "life," having just woken up and all, but it's only when I'm awake that I think about dying.

He's carrying around things that I can never know about, just like I am, just like we all are. I'm not sure what these things of his are, but I can guess. Dusty's sensitive, he's honest. He's a little eccentric. He's almost certainly gay, but I doubt even he knows it. Like Libby, he's not going to pretend to be someone he's not, and he's not afraid to be different. But other kids won't always like that.