Jude remembered this pain. Every woman had felt some version of it: the end of first love. It was when you learned, for good and always, that love could be impermanent.

I am such a Pacific Northwest girl.

Finding your passion isn't just about careers and money. It's about finding your authentic self. The one you've buried beneath other people's needs.

Maybe time didn't heal wounds exactly, but it gave you a kind of armor, or a new perspective. A way to remember with a smile instead of a sob.

And no one drank just one shot of tequila.

And maybe that was how it was supposed to be...Joy and sadness were part of the package; the trick, perhaps,was to let yourself feel all of it, but to hold on to the joy just a little more tightly.

A daughter without her mother is a woman broken. It is a loss that turns to arthritis and settles deep into her bones.

Memories are who we are. In the end, that's all the luggage you take with you. Love and Memories are what last.

That was what a best friend did: hold up a mirror and show you your heart.

What I know now about life is this: your mother is a part of everything you do and everything you are.

From the first time we met, we knew everything that mattered about each other, didn't we? We just knew. I guess that's what best friends are: parts of each other.

Our friends have a way of reminding us of how fabulous we are when the rest of the world has forgotten.

Ideas can come from anywhere and at any time. The problem with making mental notes is that the ink fades very rapidly.

You wake up one day and realise that your struggles and battles are your own and no one else ́s. And there is no one more capable to fight all the odds and enemies except you and you alone!

Knowing my husband they way I do, this is what he lives for - real competition. And I don't think he was ever satisfied when he was with the WWE. He just loves the thrill of competition.

My last year with the Spurs, I was late to practice one time.

Successful people fail their way to the top!

I love you enough for the both of us. And there must be something about me worth loving. If you would just try.

I didn’t get into this business for other people to know my name.

You have to start somewhere. You can always erase reality later on.

Sometimes you have to be less ashamed about writing a bad poem than you would be about being silent.