Quotes About Acceptance

I guess that's the secret. It would never have occurred to Lia to want to escape -- but then she gets kicked out. Best thing that ever happened to her? I'm not sure she would say yes, because obliviousness tends to be rather pleasant, but once you realized you've been bolivious, there's no turning back. You can't un-know what you know. You know?

Does it matter whether you hate yourself? At least love your eyes that can see, your mind that can hear the music, the thunder of the wings.

As for me, I would rather be a worm in a wild apple than a son of man. But we are what we are, and we might remember not to hate any person, for all are vicious; And not to be astonished at any evil, all are deserved; And not to fear death; it is the only way to be cleansed.

No one but death the redeemer will humble that head.

Now Preacher might manage a bar and hang out with men primarily, but he was unaccustomed to fathers who pushed their children out of sight. Rudely, at that. In his crowd, families were appreciated. Most of his friends were married with children, and the children were a part of everything. The women were nearly worshiped.

But what if you don't like Chico?" she asked him, her brow furrowed. "Will you be there? Because if that's where you want to be, I'll find plenty to like.

People belong wherever they feel good. It can be a lot of different places. For a lot of different reasons.

He'd never been shy, but he'd always been a little uncertain around girls. He just couldn't believe they liked him.

What we wish other people would do has nothing to do with us. That's not moral fiber, that's being judgmental and unforgiving." "I've never been judgmental or unforgiving a day in my life," Maureen protested. "Know

The one thing she had learned was that to be tolerated and endured was less dignified than being hated. And it was infinitely more painful.

He said he loved me and wanted me no matter what my past had been like, no matter what load I was bringing along. That's never been a secret in our family—that

If he has the qualities you need in a partner, you sign on. And he looks you over, making sure of the same things. If you do that, there's only one option—you support their career choice because there's no other choice. You can't remake people, for God's sake. You have

She reached her fingertips up to the hair at his temples. "You're showing a little gray here. Not much, but a little. I suppose I did that to you." "Probably. But I'm very tough—I can take it." "Oh,

You said I looked like a wild man." "You do." She grinned at him. "I'm used to it now." "What

Jack was mesmerized by the sight of her, naked in front of those mirrors. He hadn't really seen her like that. He'd seen her naked, of course, but lying down or standing almost a foot shorter than he as they showered. Now he bent, looked at her profile and said, "My God, Melinda. You're huge." She threw him a look that suggested a different choice of words. "I mean, you look awesome, Mel. Look at that!" "Shut up, Jack," she said. When

found this man. I fell in love with his kindness, his patience. He saw me, all of me, and he didn't turn away. He let me in. He held back my hair while I puked my way through detox. He spoonfed me broth while I slowly fought my way back to living.

Paul accused me of remaining an addict even after I stopped drinking. I don't think he understood that's exactly how it works. I am my demons, and my demons are me. Some days I do all the talking and some days my monster does all the drinking, but every day it's all me.

MY PAIN IS NAMED

The world would be a better place if more people spent time drinking cheap coffee in church basements.

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

I am my demons, and my demons are me.

We can walk his last steps. We can retrieve his bones to be laid to rest next to his mother's. But we'll still never know everything that happened to Tim. Sooner or later, his father and his friends will have to come to terms with that. That the quality of their future sleep won't be determined by a visit to his grave, but by their ability to let go.

Unfinished business. An addict's life is filled with such instances. The coulda, woulda, shouldas that will never happen again.

Here's the deal, y'all. God. Already. Knows. His people are a hot, sinful mess, so when we simply acknowledge that and repent, He's waiting with open arms. We don't have to justify ourselves because Jesus already did that on the cross. So the risk of repentance doesn't lead to punishment—it leads to the unilateral forgiveness and unconditional affection of our Creator Redeemer. Vegas only wished it had a payout that humongous.