I don’t believe an accident of birth makes people sisters or brothers. It makes them siblings, gives them mutuality of parentage. Sisterhood and brotherhood is a condition people have to work at.
At the end of the day people won’t remember what you said or did, they will remember how you made them feel.
You can only become great at something you are willing to sacrifice for.
She comprehended the perversity of life, that in the struggle lies the joy.
I dreamt we walked together along the shore. We made satisfying small talk and laughed. This morning I found sand in my shoe and a seashell in my pocket. Was I only dreaming?
Determine to live life with flair and laughter.
To grow up is to stop putting blame on parents.
All knowledge is spendable currency, depending on the market.
If I could give you one thought, it would be to lift someone up. Lift a stranger up – lift her up. I would ask you, mother and father, brother and sister, lovers, mother and daughter, father and son, lift someone. The very idea of lifting someone up will lift you, as well.
This is a wonderful day, I have never seen this one before.
You can never be great at anything unless you love it.
We cannot change the past, but we can change our attitude toward it. Uproot guilt and plant forgiveness. Tear out arrogance and seed humility. Exchange love for hate – thereby, making the present comfortable and the future promising.
I encourage you to live with life. Be courageous, adventurous. Give us a tomorrow, more than we deserve.
One must know not just how to accept a gift, but with what grace to share it.
To describe my mother would be to write about a hurricane in its perfect power. Or the climbing, falling colors of a rainbow.
You can never go home again, but the truth is you can never leave home, so it’s all right.
Nature has no mercy at all. Nature says, “I’m going to snow. If you have on a bikini and no snowshoes, that’s tough. I am going to snow anyway.”
I want all my senses engaged. Let me absorb the world’s variety and uniqueness.
Alone, all alone Nobody, but nobody Can make it out here alone.
When I passed forty I dropped pretense, ’cause men like women who got some sense.