Quotes About Acceptance

I lost nothing I regret losing," Witch said softly. "I am what I want to be.

Too much power. Too much. Even the Blood weren't meant to wield this much power. Even Witch had never controlled this much power. This one did. This young Queen. This daughter of his soul. With effort, Saetan steadied his breathing. He could accept her. He could love her. Or he could fear her. The decision was his, and whatever he decided here, now, he would have to live with.

How do we judge a dark landscape? Is it dark because the ones who already live there won't let humans have their piece of the world? Do we judge who is good and who is bad by the color and shape of their skin - or by what resonates in their hearts?

If the right woman comes into your life, you won't let her go. I'm the last man who would tell you to compromise. Marry someone you can love and accept as she is, Lucivar. Marry someone who will love and accept you. Don't settle for less." Lucivar lowered his arm. "Do you think the right man will come into Cat's life?" "He'll come. If the Darkness is kind, he'll come.

No,* he said gently when her words finally stopped, *they don't want you. They don't love you, can't love you. But I do love you. The Priest loves you. The beautiful ones, the gentle ones—they love you. We've waited so long for you to come. We need you with us. We need you to walk among us.*

Nothing wrong with the way your mother looks. First thing in the morning, last thing at night, and every hour in between, she looks just fine.

He moved forward cautiously. He circled it, sniffed it, whapped it with a paw. Then he found the product tag and stared at it for a minute. Turning toward her, he lifted a lip in something that might have been a sneer. "I know it says it's a dog bed, but I'm sure a Wolf can use it," Meg said. Nothing but grumbly sounds from the Wolf. "Fine. If you want to lie on a cold, hard floor instead of something comfy and warm just because Wolf is spelled d-o-g, you go right ahead.

But other beings shouldn't be forgotten. You knew that when you were a student, felt that need from those no one else wanted to think about. Even demons need a home. Even a dark landscape should feel the warmth of the Light. Why have you forgotten that?

Do we judge who is good and who is bad by the color and shape of their skin - or by what resonates in their hearts?

I can heal the scars on your body, but I can't heal the scars of the soul. Not yours, not mine. You have to learn to live with them. You have to choose to live beyond them.

It takes time to find the courage to display the parts of yourself that aren't bright and shining. But you have to see them, have to know they're inside you...shadows in the garden. They are a part of all of us.

And the Lady's mate. Despite having only two legs and small fangs, there was much that was feline in that one, and he approved.

You couldn't help someone who didn't want help. That was a hard, and bitter, life lesson.

Kowalski shrugged. "She's my mate. I can live with it if it makes her happy." Simon looked at the bulging carry sacks Kowalski had in each hand. "Couldn't you just give her the best parts of a bunny?" "Doesn't

Since it looked like this was going to be my new normal, I might not be using the straightest ruler when it came to measuring crazy.

There's no room in him yet for something as small as anger.

Simon looked at his hands, which had grown furry. He snarled when he couldn't get them back to looking human, a sign that he was too agitated to wear this skin. Since he didn't want to scare off Heather, he did the sensible thing. He stripped off his clothes, shifted to Wolf, and went to the Liaison's Office to have a few minutes of playtime with Meg.

Besides, Jester had told him that Meg felt nervous about being too alone. Very Wolfish of her, not wanting to be too alone. He approved.

You weren't afraid of me when I was Wolf," he said. "Why are you afraid of Nathan?" "He's got big feet!" "What?" An insulted-sounding arrroooo came from the other side of the door, a reminder that Wolves also had big ears.

For now, he and Meg were going to have the adventure of seeing a new place and having a new experience. Together. He wasn't human. Would never be human. And Meg didn't expect him to be. But feeling her hand in his, Simon thought maybe he could learn to be human enough.

Let Greeks be Greeks, and Women what they are.

I am satisfied that if a book is a good one, it is so whatever the sex of the author may be. All novels are or should be written for both men and women to read, and I am at a loss to conceive how a man should permit himself to write anything that would be really disgraceful to a woman, or why a woman should be censured for writing anything that would be proper and becoming for a man.

He never could have loved me, or he would not have resigned me so willingly

Since I love him so much, I can easily forgive him for loving himself.