Human beings, as far as I can tell, seem to be divided into two subspecies – the resigned, who live in quiet desperation, and the exhausted, who exist in restless agitation.
Half-truths are the devil’s IOUs.
Because the truth is – and we know it – we were born to die without regrets. Regret is the only wound from which the soul never recovers.
When I think about my father, the first image that comes to mind is holding his hand as he drove me to the train station six weeks before he died; I had never noticed how beautiful his hands were until I saw them, for the first and last time, entwined in mine.
I approach my work with a passionate intensity, acting as if its success depends entirely on me. “But once I’ve done my best, I try to let go as much as possible and have no expectations about how my work will be received by the world.”
Change is the essence of life; change is the great challenge, the great constant. Change is the ultimate teller of tales.
Take another look at your life. Give thanks. Accept your circumstances. Give thanks. Count your blessings. Give thanks. Show up for each day’s meditation. Be willing to give the basic tools a fair chance. They can help you find your way.
Consider the track record of your naysayers. How many dreams have they successfully brought into this world?
Many of us have unconsciously erected barriers to protect ourselves from failing or succeeding. We may think we’re protecting ourselves by denying our creative impulses, but all we’re doing is burying our authentic selves alive.
As the season of believing seems to wind down let me gently remind you that many dreams still wait in the wings. Many authentic sparks must be fanned before passion performs her perfect work in you. Throw another log on the fire.
There might be a few things in a woman’s life that a romantic interlude won’t cure, but I don’t know any of them.
After self-nurturance, listening to the whispers of our hearts is probably the hardest task we’ve ever attempted.
All of us know about learning life’s lessons through pain, struggle, and loss. But few of us realize that it is often the gentlest lessons that teach us most. Serendipity can instruct us as much as sorrow.
Self-nurturance, or learning to bask in bliss, is an acquired art form.
The seasons of life are not meant to be frenetic, just full. Blessed is the woman who knows her own limits.
This moment is your life. It is the process of living, the journey, that is life itself, and we often wish away our lives by focusing only on what tomorrow could, should, would bring.
This moment is always the best one in which to express your care for others.
Only dreams give birth to change.
How could I expect more from the universe when I didn’t appreciate what I already had?
Every day we’re given chances to embrace the new.