Nothing that doesn’t push you past your limits can change your life. It’s true of work, it’s true of parenting, and it’s true – a hundred times over – of love.
Something good was happening. My life was rising from the ashes, and the sight of it left me feeling something like hopeful.
When you don’t know what to do for yourself, do something for somebody else.
Choosing to love – despite all the ways that people let you down, and disappear, and break your heart. Knowing everything we know about how hard life is and choosing to love, anyway... That’s not weakness, that’s courage.
It’s the trying that heals you. That’s all you have to do. Just try.
More than anything, I know that you just have to choose to make the best of things. You get one life, and it only goes forward. And there really are all kinds of happy endings.
Because that’s all we can do: carry the sorrow when we have to, and absolutely savor the joy when we can. Life is always, always both.
I’m at my very best when things are at their very worst.
The things we remember are what we hold on to. And what we hold on to becomes the story of our lives.
It’s not the easy moments that define who we are. It’s the hard ones.
That’s the thing I always love best about the human race: How we pick ourselves back up over and over and just keep on going.
It’s amazing how brave you can be when you feel safe.
The worst thing about sleeping, after something terrible happens, is that sleeping makes you forget. Which is fine, until you wake up.
If you play it right, your struggles might even lead you to your strengths.
You can’t ask someone to love you or be there for you or do the right thing – and you certainly can’t guilt them into it. Either they will or they won’t.
It’s my battle cry: Appreciate Everything!
Exhaustion is a friend to the grieving.
Needing to find reasons to live had forced me to build a life worth living.
I have a theory that we are at our meanest when we feel threatened.
Dying is easy. It’s not dying that’s hard.