A good day is a good day. A bad day is a good story.

The only meaningful thing we can offer one another is love. Not advice, not questions about our choices, not suggestions for the future, just love.

If our goal is to be tolerant of people who are different than we are, then we really are aiming quite low. Traffic jams are to be tolerated. People are to be celebrated.

I still get very high and very low in life. Daily. But I've finally accepted the fact that sensitive is just how I was made, that I don't have to hide it and I don't have to fix it. I'm not broken.

Don't let yourself become so concerned with raising a good kid that you forget you already have one.

I think when your heart hurts this much it means you opened it wide once- and that is something to be proud of.

You are not a mess. You are a feely person in a messy world.

I think that sometimes quitting is exactly the right thing to do. Quitting something that's not working requires self-awareness and courage.

I was what they call a 'highly functional addict.' ... sometimes people who need help look nothing like people who need help.

It is a decision that compassion is more important than fear, than fitting in, than following the crowd.

Surviving Is the only warWe can afford

I'd got to that age when I was out on a date with a guy and I would be thinking: Don't mention your age, don't mention that you want a child - because they would just run out the door.

Teaching, real teaching, is - or ought to be - a messy business.

We can not expect to breed respect for law and order among people who do not share the fruits of our freedom.

One of the dangers of being here [the Senate] a while is you may have been on record directly and diametrically opposed to what one is saying today.

I grew up very Catholic. I wanted to be a priest.

I would rather go to heaven alone than go to hell in company.

A man has to have goals - for a day, for a lifetime.

A mind always employed is always happy.

He touches my face, covering my cheeks with his hands, sliding his fingertips down my neck, fitting his fingers to the slight curve of my hips. I can't stop.