Grief doesn't have a face.

He kissed me hard and I kissed him back harder, like it was the end of an era that had lasted all of my life.

There's no way to know what makes one thing happen and not another. What leads to what. What destroys what. What causes what to flourish or die or take another course.

I didn't feel sad or happy. I didn't feel proud or ashamed. I only felt that in spite of all the things I'd done wrong, in getting myself here, I'd done right.

In my perception, the world wasn't a graph or formula or an equation. It was a story.

Perhaps by now I'd come far enough that I had the guts to be afraid.

Fear, to a great extent, is born of a story we tell ourselves...

In the mornings, my pain was magnified by about a thousand. In the morning there weren’t only those sad facts about my life. Now there was also the additional fact that I was a pile of shit.

What if I forgave myself even though I'd done something I shouldn't have?

There was the woman I was before my mom died and the one I was now, my old life sitting on the surface of me like a bruise.

But now that she was dying, I knew everything. My mother was in me already. Not just the parts of her that I knew, but the parts of her that had come before me too.

Order and disorder', said the speaker, 'they each have their beauty.

Hope is faith.

There are two ways to wash dishes: One is to wash them in order to make them clean

Time spent with cats is never wasted.

I really enjoy my privacy and being able to walk my son to school every morning and pick him up every afternoon.

The fact is, we sometimes read Scripture, thinking of what it ought to say, rather than what it does say.

If you fully awaken, you will not know yourself. Understand this, and you will understand all.

If you're any good at all, you know you can be better.

A grateful heart is not one that is very selective and choosy about what to be grateful for.

you don't need to be better than any one else you just need to be better than you used to be