It is merely this world that is chaotic, bringing changes to us all that nobody could have anticipated.

A true soul mate is a mirror, the person who shows you everything that is holding you back, the person who brings you to your own attention so you can change your life.

I've never seen any life transformation that didn't begin with the person in question finally getting tired of their own bullshit.

Tis' better to live your own life imperfectly than to imitate someone else's perfectly.

Stop wearing your wishbone where your backbone ought to be.

I'm choosing happiness over suffering, I know I am. I'm making space for the unknown future to fill up my life with yet-to-come surprises.

This is a good sign, having a broken heart. It means we have tried for something.

There's always another level up. There's always another ascension. More grace, more light, more generosity, more compassion, more to shed, more to grow.

You were given life; it is your duty (and also your entitlement as a human being) to find something beautiful within life, no matter how slight.

Never forget that once upon a time, in an unguarded moment, you recognized yourself as a friend.

If you're going to answer the call and you're going to transform and you're going to change, get ready. It is not a day at the beach.

To Sorrow I bade good-morrow And thought to leave her far away behind But cheerly cheerly She loves me dearly: She is so constant to me and so kind.

I can approve of those only who seek in tears for happiness.

I am writing for myself and strangers. This is the only way that I can do it.

As I have seen with a lot of companies I have covered, acquisition interest can be a heady experience, and not always in a good way.

It's wonderful to have money. But It's good that I know what the other side is like. I don't take for granted what I have now.

People want to be amused, not preached at, you know. Morals don't sell nowadays.

Within the gendered institution of prostitution, race and class create a hierarchy with indigenous women at its lowest point.

The pageant of a former hour, Is Beauty in the Grave.

You don't love people for what they can give you. You don't love them because of what they do for you or how good you make them look. Love is blind, love does not boast, love is not vain.

Particularly with MFA students, who have so much invested - literally and figuratively - I feel like honest criticism is something they're owed. It's not going to be easier in the real world, surely.