Pleasure is a sensation. It is written into our bodies; it is our experience of delight, of joy. ... Pleasure will become a marker, a compass pointing to emotional true north.

While an ethic of justice proceeds from the premise of equality—that everyone should be treated the same—an ethic of care rests on the premise of nonviolence—that no one should be hurt.

While men represent powerful activity as assertion and aggression, women in contrast portray acts of nurturance as acts of strength.

In the different voice of women lies the truth of an ethic of care, the tie between relationship and responsibility, and the origins of aggression in the failure of connection.

Maybe love is like rain. Sometimes gentle, sometimes torrential, flooding, eroding, joyful, steady, filling the earth, collecting in underground springs. When it rains, when we love, life grows.

The hardest times for me were not when people challenged what I said, but when I felt my voice was not heard.

I find the question of whether gender differences are biologically determined or socially constructed to be deeply disturbing.

Both love and democracy depend on voice -- having a voice and also the resonance that makes it possible to speak and be heard.

I've found that if I say what I'm really thinking and feeling, people are more likely to say what they really think and feel. The conversation becomes a real conversation.

Theory can blind observation.

The blind willingness to sacrifice people to truth, however, has always been the danger of an ethics abstracted from life.

Odo said it all her life. 'Only peace brings peace, only just acts bring justice!

Maybe I'll really try to kiss her, even if I fall through her like a raindrop.

We kissed for aboutthe thousandth time, No promises, no demands, Just solid rebuildingof shattered trust.

He that is surprized with the first frost feeles it all the winter after.

I can't think of any more powerful moment than when you stand on a stage.

That's the scary part about TV, how you'll feel about it in six years.

You will understand a great truth when you get to realize that what you do to others, you are doing to yourself.

Drink to me. Drink to my health. You know I can't drink any more.

The world is a mess and I want to laugh because all I can think is how horrible and beautiful it is, that our eyes blur the truth when we can't bear to see it.

Once in a while there are things the brain simply refuses to accept as being true because they appear too improbable, too unlikely, too preposterous.