I'm a misplaced American, but don't know where I was misplaced.

Being a mother is hard and it wasn't a subject I ever studied.

Why, when you have a mental disease, is it always considered an act of imagination? Why is it that every organ in your body can get sick and you get sympathy except the brain?

I don't combine proteins and carbohydrates.

Like any working mother I find it hard to have a social life. But my kids are so well adjusted. There isn't a brat bone in their body so I haven't done anything that bad.

People who say ... they're perfectly fine [are] more insane than the rest of us.

For me mindfulness is like building a house, so the next time the tsunami that is depression comes I'll have a structure in place to resist it.

How come every other organ in your body can get sick and you get sympathy, except the brain?

College athletes used to get a degree in bringing your pencil.

By the time dessert arrives I am usually so drunk, I can't remember what I'm serving.

Only if you're kind to yourself, can you be kind to others.

Yomi awoke filled with the reckless energy of someone with little left to lose

Waiting for you is not hard.cause i have enough memories for rest of my life.but its hard to understand while am I keeping you in my present and future you raising me from your past

She was afraid of nothing and demanded everything.

Here’s how a child listens: you tell him something, and he puts his own interpretation on what you said. That’s what he hears. No one has ever heard you.

When we die our entire legacy is simply the added together strengths of all the connections we make with others. This is the ghost of ourselves we leave behind. This is showing up.

That mind which understands itself is the mind of a free man.

It is a terrible thing to want something you cannot have. It takes you over. I couldn't think straight because of it. There was no one else, I realized, whom I could possibly tell.

To become a master communicator: shut your mouth & listen first.

I'm going to keep living my life the way I've been living my life, and nothing is going to change that even if the Olympics are coming up.

Kenneth Hari does not paint portraits as they are but as he is. I feel he is hiding something from me. To board a train into his mind would give me a ride into dark adventure.