Eleanor Brown Quotes
Clutter is not just physical stuff. It's old ideas, toxic relationships and bad habits. Clutter is anything that does not support your better self.
Self-care isn't selfish (it is a gift to all concerned). You can't serve from an empty vessel.
The question to ask is what will satisfy you? What will bring you peace? And perhaps the answer to those is in asking yourself when you were last happy.
Your own Fear is the greatest obstacle you will ever face on your journey. Let your Faith be bigger than your Fear.
Allow yourself to experience fully every step of the journey, both the joy and the pain. You're alive. Greet the moment at hand with a grateful heart.
You may have lost your way more than a little bit, but I believe you can find your way back. That's the trick. Finding your way back.
A highly cultivated taste, a taste that is knowledgeable and eclectic, is likely to be exciting and provocative, a personal taste at its highest level.
We wear our names heavily. And though we have tried to escape their influence, they have seeped into us, and we find ourselves living their patterns again and again.
Our destiny is in the way we were born, in the way we were raised, in the sum of the three of us.
Instead, we'd do what we always did, the only thing we'd ever been dependably stellar at: we'd read.
Despite his money and his looks and all the good-on-paper attributes he possessed, he was not a reader, and, well, let's just say that is the sort of nonsense up with which we will not put.
We don't just come from the womb bearing our talents. They grow from all the things we learn.
Imagine what could happen if we all had the heart to be who we truly are.
she wondered how she could have spent all that money and have nothing but clothes and accessories and a long list of men she never wanted to see again to show for it
Bean felt a rush of sweet nostalgia for the woman who had introduced us to E. Nesbit and Edward Eager and Laura Ingalls Wilder...
I have loved this disaster of a library since I was old enough to read.
Cordy slept late, awakening only when the noises of the house and the insistent sunlight became to obvious to be believably incorporated into her dreams any longer.