Quotes about Acceptance

I will call them my people, which were not my people; and her beloved, which was not beloved.

It may even be that some of us know what it is like to be actually hated—hated for things we have no control over and cannot change.

Daily life took as much as she had. The future was sunset; the past something to leave behind. And if it didn't stay behind, well, you might have to stomp it out.

Her color is a cross she will always carry.

We will be judged by how well we love.

Lay my head on the railroad line, Train come along, pacify my mind.

You accepted like a beast of burden the whip of a stranger's curse and the mindless menace it holds along with the scar it leaves as a definition you spend your life refuting although that hateful word is only a slim line drawn on a shore and quickly dissolved in a seaworld any moment when an equally mindless wave fondles it like the accidental touch of a finger on a clarinet stop that the musician converts into silence in order to let the true note ring out loud.

Although she has claim, she is not claimed. In the place where long grass opens, the girl who waited to be loved and cry shame erupts into her separate parts, to make it easy for the chewing laughter to swallow her all away.

Thank God for life, True Belle said, and thank life for death.

God take what He would, she said. And He did, and He did, and He did.

if she wishes to be American—to be known as such and to actually belong—she must become a thing unimaginable in her home country: she must become white.

A perfect thing is not everything.