Quotes About Acceptance

Cause I'm not a stray cat or something you found by the side of the road." Tully grinned. "You mean like Kyle?" Tully leaned over and said, "His daddy don't like to talk about it, but he picked Kyle up over on Jessup Road hidin' under a car." Kyle wanted to be mad, but he couldn't. Not with Emma around. "Yeah. And your momma told me she got you from the pound. Had you fixed there, too.

Something is happening, all right. But it's perfectly natural, Lily. Stop worrying and let me show you what it means to be a woman." Her

So," he said, putting an arm around her shoulders and escorting her toward his small wooden house, "you've finally come to your senses and decided to settle down and make a real life for yourself. The major seems like a fine man to me." Lily wondered if Rupert had overlooked the fact that she and Caleb hated each other. "He's a pompous, overbearing, bullying ass," she replied. Rupert grinned. "Just what you need," he retorted. As

He kissed the soft expanse of her neck. "Don't be ashamed, tigress," he whispered. "There's never been anything more beautiful than a woman willingly surrendering her body to a man." There

Sandy laughed, and I realized that I liked her, in spite of everything. Yes, she was beautiful. Yes, Sonterra obviously thought she was hot. But that didn't mean she and I were automatic enemies, duty-bound to compete. That was not my typical approach to life and femininity, and I suspected it wasn't hers, either.

But the truth might as well not exist to those who refuse to believe it.

The fact is we all "went flat," we were deadened. Discomforts and indignities, our own or others', that would have enraged us a short time before we now accepted resignedly with a shrug of the shoulders.

Nu avea niciun sens s? se simt? furios. Trebuie s? iei viaÈ›a aÈ™a cum e: stupid?, minunat?, inteligent?, rea, nebuneasc? È™i foarte, foarte pl?cut?. Trebuie s? accepÈ›i sl?biciunile oamenilor ca pe un dat, s? le iei în calcul È™i s? le foloseÈ™ti pentru cauza nobil?.

Whoever is free from prejudice should be ready to face misunderstanding.

Welcome Good! Welcome Evil!" a German poet once wrote, and ever since I was a boy I had revolved an apophthegm from the Talmud in my mind. Of evil it said: "Gam su letovo" ("That too is all for the best").

I always thought it was a question of achieving some permanent state of tranquillity ... but it's not. It's more like learning to surf. The waves keep rolling in, each different from the last, and you have to ride them, instead of getting pounded to bits.

The wise do not classify. The wise do not want to be classified. Classifying people is not classy.

Which is why she'd fallen desperately in love the first time she'd met Sharlah. She'd looked into her foster daughter's eyes and she'd known her. Just . . . known her. Sharlah's fears, anxieties, fragile hope, bone-deep strength. Rainie saw all of her daughter. And she loved her, not in spite of her weaknesses, but because of them. Sharlah was a fighter.

Later came the hard knowledge that no one can save you from yourself.

Family is family. Even if you hate them, it's hard to let go.

We are all a little bit broken, she tells me (the reason she doesn't sleep at night?), but we all work on fixing ourselves.

A parent's approval always mattered, regardless of age—

Funny how you can fear change, even when already surrounded by the worst of the worst.

Chances are that he's experiencing a great deal of guilt and self-loathing. Someone needs to help him come to terms with that. Otherwise, there is the danger that he will simply shut down that part of himself. He will start actively considering himself to be a remorseless killer. And he will become one.

And how many episodes of being "not yourself" do you get before people figure out this is who you really are? I

Feel your feels, as the saying goes. Except so many feelings are hard to take.

if I could love him less, then maybe I could forgive him more.

The gift of gratitude, we say in AA. It took me a long time to find it, and I'm still not the best at remembering it, but every now and then, I almost understand.

A perfect family, I think, is one that's learned how to forgive.