Gentleness with others thrives in the very places we shelter our own weaknesses.

Acceptance slides the handcuffed a key.

To love someone to health is to love yourself.

Acceptance shines in the eyes lit by the heart.

As all can see, I am what you will let me be.

What I do not accept I murder and leave lying in a pool of judgment.

Acceptance at last, debrides us of the wounded past.

The house of acceptance is the home of the condemned.

The blamed have a unique opportunity — to stop blaming.

I am not safe with you if you do not love yourself.

The judged learn not to judge.

Your safety lies within my love of myself.

The condemned have an opportunity; they can make a sharp turn toward perfection.

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