We are only as great as our struggles. We only become who we are in the face of them.
We build our lives in moments, and even the ones we can’t remember become the story of who we are.
I believe women are too hard on themselves. I believe that when you love someone, she becomes beautiful to you. I believe the eyes see everything through the heart. Nothing in the world feels as good as resting them on someone you love.
Be brave with your life, so others will be brave with theirs.
And so my hope for you, good boy, as you grow taller every day, is that you will learn to take good care of yourself, and you will learn to take good care of others-and, someday, you’ll see how those two things are exactly the same.
Look for beauty in everything.
It’s so easy to think that your strengths don’t matter.
We are at our finest when we take care of each other.
Don’t let anyone convince you that love doesn’t matter.
We all carry our mothers inside us.
Our lives disappear, even as we live them.
Maybe the past is supposed to fade-and that’s actually a kindness of human memory.
The best things about womanhood might possibly even be the conversations. The chatting. The gabbing. The whispering. The hands-on-hips eye-rolling. The yukking-it up.
There is no tenderness without bravery.
My goal is to try to be as happy as I can – going through every day just as it is.