T. S. Monk Quotes

Journal became a sanctuary where I could pour out in honesty my pain and joy. It recorded my footsteps and helped me understand where I was standing, where I had been, and even where God pointed.

Actually, you can be bad at something...but if you love doing it, that will be enough. - August Boatwright

He'd gone to church for forty years and was only getting worse. It seemed like this should tell God something.

People can start out one way, and by the time life gets through with them they end up completely different.

Whether you approach your dreams on soft feet or in a breathless run, just so long as you acknowledge that your dreams are valuable and worthy of pursuing, then you’ve made it.

How could I choose someone who would force me to give up my own small reach for meaning? I chose myself, and without consolation.

From now on when people asked me what I wanted to be when I grew up, I planned to say, Amnesiac.

Until we look from the bottom up we have nothing.

My mother's life was way too heavy for me.

Guilt and fear are a kind of rot. It spreads unless it's cleaned. And there's only one way to do that.

I worried so much about how I looked and whether I was doing things right, I felt half the time I was impersonating a girl instead of really being one.

I can't think of anything I'd rather have more than somebody lovin' me.

Trace of Magic caught me up fast and pulled me in tight for a fun, action-and-sass adventure full of deadly magic and dangerous romance. Diana Pharaoh Francis delivers a downright terrific read.

I don’t know how to explain it.” “Try words. If that doesn’t work, we’ll move on to interpretive dance.

Keep digging, Flynn. Six feet makes a grave.

Then they both smiled the exact same smile. Narcissism times two. Oh, get a room already.

The Mum has the temper of a demon with a diaper rash. (Shamus)

Rock, meet stubborn place.

... he trotted down the hallway on all fours and started in on his second favorite pastime, conversations with plumbing. Just what I needed: Stone, the Toilet Whisperer.

... he was sunset against the mountains, strong, vibrant, dangerous, and yet somehow sheltering, protective. And married. Picnic, meet rain.

The price for using dark magic is death, so that goes a long way toward deterring users.

Let go of the past, of the things I wanted, of the people I loved, and move forward.

Don't know about my knives, but my gun's made of pain.

Instinct told me it was dangerous. I could handle dangerous. Dangerous and me went back a long way. We did lunch when dangerous was in town.

For a brief, weird minute I felt like Dorothy in Oz, walking down the street with Terric the doubtful, Shame the brainless, and heartless Zay.

I think you’re possessed.” “Old news.” “Huh. Anyone I know?” “My dad. It’s a family issue I’m working on.

I don’t know what’s happened to you. You used to be such a nice girl. Now you’ve gone all stabby and whatnot.

But it is clear to me that our survival—both yours and mine—will be dictated by how well you and I can work together.” “So we’re screwed?

Some of the priests from the Seminary were in the nunnery every day and night, and often several at a time.

On the day, therefore, when I went to the church to be confirmed, with a number of others, I suffered extremely from the reproaches of my conscience.

My family do not think I'm special - not one, one bit.

I'm a huge fan of Adam Sandler and used to have Adam Sandler nights when I was younger. And he's so funny on the set.

My legs are long but my body is too short.

I'd actually rather have a talk show in Australia than even America; I hope I do end up with a talk show.

If I wear bright colors or something, I'll tie all my hair back. I don't want to look too like 'Girls Next Door.'

After two and a half engagements, of course I want to get married and have babies, so I am going to freeze my eggs.

If someone should ask me, 'What does the soul do?' I would say, It does two things. It loves. And it creates. Those are its primary acts.

Everybody needs a seashell in her bathroom to remind her the ocean is her home.

The whole problem with people is they don't know what matters and what doesn't.

You can't stop your heart from loving, really -- it's like standing out there in the ocean yelling at the waves to stop.

You think you want to know something, and then once you do, all you can think about is erasing it from your mind.

For me, creativity is essentially a spiritual experience, a conversation between my soul and me.

When it's time to die, go ahead and die, and when it's time to live, live. Don't sort-of-maybe live, but live like you're going all out, like you're not afraid.

If you aren't giving people something to talk about, you've become too dull.

How often do we do that, he wondered--look at someone and fail to see what's really there?

Regrets don't help anything.

That's what I told myself five hundred times: impossibility. I can tell you this much: the word is a great big log thrown on the fires of love. ~Page 133.

I think many people need, even require, a narrative version of their life. I seem to be one of them. Writing memoir is, in some ways, a work of wholeness.

The time to assert one's right is when it's denied!

Nobody should go through life without falling in love.