I do believe in saving shoes. But that does not make me a hoarder. I am not a hoarder. But why not save them? Styles come back.
My mother wasn’t a stickler for the more practical approaches to life.
What makes a heroine? I think I can answer that. A heroine is a woman who risks going too far in order to find out how far one can go for a cause greater than herself.
Thanksgiving isn’t the only thing that has changed. This makes it reassuring somehow to go through the same ritual with the people you’re connected to. I guess the truth is, it all boils down to family. Right?
That’s what I learned. I learned I couldn’t shed light on love other than to feel its comings and goings and be grateful.
The best relationships develop out of friendships.
My mother always said that everyone should be required to write an autobiography of their lives.
I had a career and I came to motherhood late and am not married and have never had such a trusting relationship with a man – and trust is where the real power of love comes from.
My mother was really my partner in every project that I had. She was just the great enabler of my dreams.
What celebrities are useful for is bringing attention to the public and making them more aware. They can be unbelievably effective.
I think that people who are famous tend to be underdeveloped in their humanity skills.
I used to listen to Judy Garland all the time – I love Judy Garland and her music. But I started to realize that if you keep singing like that, singing songs of being victimized by love over and over and over again, it can’t help but have a profound effect on your life.
I think the growth of the brain is a slow process. But you do change and the more you accept change and embrace change, the better.
Nothing is ever the same. Nothing is permanent. Nothing can be trusted to be there. Nothing is safe, including home. Why lie to yourself? Every day we leave something, someone, some observation behind.
Daniel Wolf’s advice – want what you have.
Babies laugh three thousand times a day. Adults twenty, if we’re lucky.
Its the journey that counts, not the arrival.
We’re all just trying to get through the day.
I have assessed my happiness ratio and this is the result. I am totally content whenever the ones I love are happy about something little, big, insignificant, whatever. I just don’t think anyone could possibly have the same wonderful, intense, compelling feelings that I have for this family of mine.
Compliments linger.
No one can predict who is going to touch your heart in a way that changes your very being.