The only thing more unthinkable than leaving was staying; the only thing more impossible than staying was leaving.
My work is incredibly important to me personally. It brings me joy and it brings me life and it brings me meaning. It doesn’t necessarily have to be important to the people who read it.
The day is ending. It’s time for something that was beautiful to turn into something else that is beautiful. Now, Let go.
As for discipline – it’s important, but sort of overrated. The more important virtue for a writer, I believe, is self-forgiveness. Because your writing will always disappoint you. Your laziness will always disappoint you.
In order for marriage to endure it has to change along with us, and it does that very graciously. And in the end I find there is something kind of moving about it: the fact that people continue to insist on choosing somebody to build a life with.
Dear Lord, please show me everything I need to understand about forgiveness and surrender.
You take whatever works from wherever you can find it, and you keep moving toward the light.
Sometimes life is too hard to be alone, and sometimes life is too good to be alone.
The mysterious magnet is either there, buried somewhere deep behind the sternum, or it is not.
The best we can do then, in response to our incomprehensible and dangerous world, is to practice holding equilibrium internally – no matter what insanity is transpiring out there.
Clearing out all your misery gets you out of the way. You cease being an obstacle, not only to yourself but to anyone else. Only then are you free to serve and enjoy other people.
Reality has taught us that no woman can build an honest life without sacrificing something along the way. Deciding what will be sacrificed is not easy.
From the most sacred ancient text of Yoga: Oh Krishna, the mind is restless, turbulent, strong, and unyielding. I consider it as difficult to subdue as the wind.
Real, sane, mature love – the kind that pays the mortgage year after year and picks up the kids after school – is not based on infatuation but on affection and respect.
I am stronger than depression and I am braver than loneliness and nothing will ever exhaust me.
The only boring people I know are bored people.
Your home is whatever in this world you love more than you love yourself.
I actually have a great deal of respect for antidepressants; I think they can be enormously mighty tools toward recovery.
I have had work or ideas come through me from a source that I honestly cannot identify. What is that thing? And how are we to relate to it in a way that will not make us lose our minds, but, in fact, might actually keep us sane?
A glorious failure can sometimes be more life affirming than a cautious win.