Love lights our darkness. It is forever tries.

I think this is what we all want to hear: that we are not alone in hitting the bottom, and that it is possible to come out of that place courageous, beautiful, and strong.

This is the only advice I offer you. Pick the small thing, and carry it on. Let it change your life.

It is the capacity to feel consuming grief and pain and despair that also allows me to embrace love and joy and beauty with my whole heart. I must let it all in.

I know what it's like to sleep in fear, to starve myself to be worthy, to be ashamed of my voice, to want to sleep forever. To question why I deserve to live.

I name you today, heart fears. I am small, but you are smaller. You will not stop me. You have a voice, fears, and I must listen, but then I will open my heart. I will love you right to death.

I've had a lot of therapists, so I've had the opportunity to approach my fear in many different ways. I've faced it head on and sideways and tried to tiptoe up behind it.

The most amazing thing is that all my sorrows, all of my darkest moments, are becoming my gifts.

The shadow is dark and the woods are cold, but they are not endless. No matter how lost you are now, you are not lost forever. You are findable.Love just keeps on looking. Love is forever tries.

Everything we have, everything we are, is a gift. How can we judge and shame ourselves if this is true?

I believe God lets us stumble along, slowly finding our way, and giving us chances to pick each other up.

You can only trust your emotions as you can lie to yourself with your brain but not your heart.

My best friend is dead, and I could have saved her. It’s so wrong so completely and painfully wrong, that I walked through my front door tonight smiling.

To be a Negro in this country and to be relatively conscious is to be in a rage almost all the time.

I turned into a workaholic to the point of where my health was in jeopardy.

Unconditional Love is our birthright, not judgment or condemnation, and there's nothing we need to do to earn it. This is simply who and what we are.

In the 60′s there was a look. In the 70′s there was a look, and in the 80′s. Now, it's a free-for-all.

Revelations: A curious record of the visions of a drug addict.

Indeed, the best way to think of willpower is not as some shapeless behavioral trait but as a sort of psychic muscle, one that can atrophy or grow stronger depending on how it's used.

Archaeologists are underpaid publicity agents for deceased royalty.

The need has gone; the memorial thereof remains.