You almost can’t wait too long to get married. The longer you wait, the better off you are going to be. And the happier your kids are going to be, and the happier a mom you are going to be.
The resting place of the mind is the heart.
The Augusteum warns me not to get attached to any obsolete ideas about who I am, what I represent, whom I belong to, or what function I may once have intended to serve.
Venice is beautiful, but like a Bergman movie is beautiful; you can admire it, but you don’t really want to live in it.
Kalos Kai Agathos, the singular balance of the good and the beautiful.
I don’t think you can say that feminism has made women critical of marriage because women have been critical of marriage for centuries.
Yet what keeps me from dissolving right now into a complete fairy-tale shimmer is this solid truth, a truth which has veritably built my bones over the last few years – I was not rescued by a prince; I was the administrator of my own rescue.
God is an experience of supreme love.
There is no choice more intensely personal, after all, than whom you choose to marry; that choice tells us, to a large extent, who you are.
You must find another reason to work, other than the desire for success or recognition. It must come from another place.
You have to work ceaselessly on your end to digest and imbibe your opportunities or, I have come to believe, they will gradually slip away and knock on someone else’s more receptive door.
I am not an expert at praying, as you know. But can you please help me? I am in desperate need of help. I don’t know what to do. I need an answer. Please tell me what to do...
I am the planet’s most affectionate life-form, something like the cross between a golden retriever and a barnacle.
No experience in this world has ever been cathartic without the willing participation of the individual. Life does not automatically bestow wisdom or growth upon anyone just for showing up.
Someone has to write all those stories: why not me?
You may return here once you have fully come to understand that you are always here.
One must always be prepared for riotous and endless waves of transformation.
A lovely evening of new idioms and fresh mozzarella.
He was powerful and I died of love in his shadow.
Well, just remember – all your misery will be waiting for you at the door upon your exit, should you care to pick it up again when you leave.