Quotes About Acceptance

I accepted these limitations, knowing that my worth was based entirely on the child growing inside me.

I know I'm the most precious person in my family, but I wasn't precious enough for my birth family to keep me as their one child.

I think the truth to living fully is to appreciate what we have, day by day, regardless of what we know might come our way.

I didn't see the point of judging and analyzing a single moment in someone's life.

They don't find peace. It's pure bullshit. When something unspeakable happens, or when you do something unspeakable, it changes you. It takes you apart and reassembles you. You are a Frankenstein of circumstance, and the parts never fit back quite right and the life you live is a stolen one. You don't deserve to walk among the living, and you know it.

Shock is the stepsister of denial. It cushions the blow to your psyche when really fucked up things happen.

But that's the thing about mental illness; there's no such thing as a cookie-cutter diagnosis. We're all crazy in our own special way. Some of us just have it worse than others.

grief is not linear. It's not a slow progression forward toward healing, it's a zigzag, a terrible back-and-forth from devastated to okay until finally there are more okay patches and fewer devastated ones.

As parents, we must accept that our children are who they are. We can't make them into something we want, or be disappointed in them because they don't meet our artificial expectations.

IF YOU REALLY let life take you, if you release control and stop clinging to sameness, you can't imagine the places you'll end up. But most people don't do that. Most people get this death grip on what they know, and the only thing that loosens their grasp is some kind of tragedy.

There was something eternal about loss, something endless. You could always lose the things you had, but you couldn't always get back the things you lost.

Sometimes silence is the only answer we get, and we have to accept that.

Fear holds on. Love lets go.

Dysfunction isn't a choice, it's a disease.

People only stay in your life if they want to. So often, they just go away. And there's really nothing you can do.

We are changed by the things we experience. The big things, the small things have their impact and can't be undone. To judge those experiences, to hate the things that have happened to us is to hate who we've become because of them.

Give up, she wanted to tell them. You lost. The world is crap, and no amount of communicating is going to change it.

It's lovely when people accept your gift with gratitude, but you can't control that. You can only control your intention.

All this time, she'd wondered how she could live knowing what darkness awaited. With Shawn, she realized all of it, light and dark, life and death, was one terrible, beautiful mingle, and that the whole point was to just live well, while you could.

She understood now, how you turned away until you couldn't. Until the pain of knowing and doing nothing was greater than the fear of what might come next.

She heeded Bluebeard's warning, thought Pandora was a fool. There are some memories better abandoned. Common wisdom demanded examination of the past, probing of childhood pain and trauma. Then—acceptance, release, and ultimately forgiveness.

What did the kids call it these days? Sweaty tryhard? When you bent over backward to get someone to like you?

After all, beneath the surface of it, isn't that what we're all looking for? We may say we're looking for love, following dreams, chasing the dollar, but aren't we just looking for a place where we belong? A place where our thoughts, feelings, and fears are understood?

Finley felt a fresh wash of tears, a desire to run toward Eloise, to cling and to hold on. But she didn't. She had already learned the most important lesson Eloise had to teach, though it still hurt like hell: Fear holds on. Love lets go. "Yes