Life is very interesting... in the end, some of your greatest pains, become your greatest strengths.

Oh, I love hugging. I wish I was an octopus, so I could hug 10 people at a time!

I never regret anything. Because every little detail of your life is what made you into who you are in the end.

When I lay my head on the pillow at night I can say I was a decent person today. That's when I feel beautiful.

I pray to be like the ocean, with soft currents, maybe waves at times. More and more, I want the consistency rather than the highs and the lows.

There's something liberating about not pretending. Dare to embarrass yourself. Risk.

I'm a real stay-at-home mom. I'm really hands-on. Everything else became secondary.

I think happiness is what makes you pretty.

Daisies are like sunshine to the ground.

I've always loved butterflies, because they remind us that it's never too late to transform ourselves.

I think happiness is what makes you pretty. Period. Happy people are beautiful. They become like a mirror and they reflect that happiness.

The only people that can ruin a relationship or make that relationship work are the two people in it.

The pride of the digital age is not just in the possession of innovative tools but the ability to skillfully connect with humans behind them

I'm a lifelong stutterer.

They say the shoe can always fit, no matter whose foot it's on. These days feel like I'm squeezing in 'em. Who ever wore 'em before just wasn't thinking big enough, I'm about to leave 'em with 'em

Life and death are different sides of the same coin.

Nothing lasts, you see, not even the thoughts inside you. And you musn't waste your time looking for them. Once a thing is gone, that is the end of it.

Your life is a work of art, a craft to be carefully mastered. For patience has replaced time, and you are your own destination.

Creativity is especially expressed in the ability to make connections, to make associations, to turn things around and express them in a new way.

Anyone can love a rose, but it takes a lot to love a leaf.

She is well practiced in the art of losing herself.