Quotes About Acceptance

Love me, love my dog, and if you don't love my dog you damn well can't love me.

Seriously, Dad…a peach pit?" "This subject is closed, Erika.

No matter what race we are, what ethnic background, sexual orientation, or what views we may have, we are all human. Unfortunately, not all humans see it that way.

I have always been taught to be proud of being Latina, proud of being Mexican, and I was. I was probably more proud of being a label than of being a human being, that's the way most of us were taught.

That's exactly what we all are. We spend so much time trying to figure out what race a person is when we could just get to know them as individuals. I felt like answering their question with a question. Does it matter? Will it make a difference if she is Croatian, Muslim, Serbian?

I mean, it's okay if you're the one with the low sex drive. We'll just have to adjust and learn to accommodate that.

Not perfect, not tidy. Just Happy.

Jess? Yeah? Would you be okay with it if I fell in love with you? My hear squeezed and I paused, my mouth a hairbreadth from his as I took in his words, as if I could breathe them into my mouth, my heart, my soul. Yeah, I whispered. I'd be very okay with it.

What I'm trying to get you to understand is that I get it that you think of women as fitting into two categories--whores and the Madonna. But I'm neither. I'm just Jessica, somewhere in between, and I love you and want you to accept me.

A friend doesn't go on a diet because you are fat.

Maybe age is kinder to us than we think. With my bad eyes, I can't see how bad I look, and with my rotten memory, I have a good excuse for getting out of a lot of stuff.

Families aren't easy to join. They're like an exclusive country club where membership makes impossible demands and the dues for an outsider are exorbitant.

I loved you enough to accept you for what you are, not what I wanted you to be.

the words of young Ted Kennedy, Jr., who lost his leg to cancer. People are taught we should look perfect, he said. I wondered who would ever go out with a kid with one leg.

The real world is simply too terrible to admit; it tells man that he is a small, trembling animal who will decay and die.

Not to laugh, not to lament, not to curse, but to understand.) —SPINOZA

We did not create ourselves, but we are stuck with ourselves.

To suffer one's death and to be reborn is not easy." And it is not easy precisely because so much of one has to die.

I have tried to avoid moving against and negating any point of view, no matter how personally antipathetic to me, if it seems to have in it a core of truthfulness.

But to live a whole lifetime with the fate of death haunting one's dreams and even the most sun-filled days—that's something else.

we are beginning to acknowledge that the bitter medicine he prescribes—contemplation of the horror of our inevitable death—is, paradoxically, the tincture that adds sweetness to mortality.

Not to laugh, not to lament, not to curse, but to understand.)

A man will say, of course, that he knows he will die some day, but he does not really care. He is having a good time with living, and he does not think about death and does not care to bother about it—but this is a purely intellectual, verbal admission. The affect of fear is repressed.23

There are signs—the acceptance of Becker's work being one—that some individuals are awakening from the long, dark night of tribalism and nationalism and developing what Tillich called a transmoral conscience, an ethic that is universal rather than ethnic.