The map was just an accessory. She knew exactly where she was.

There was something horribly depressing, she felt, about watching the weather report. That life could be planned like the perfect summer picnic drained it of spontaneity.

And she had been in love enough times to rule out the possibility that this was merely some feat of nostalgia.

Time passed at an accelerated pace. They could be sitting in traffic or talking on the phone or waiting in line for a movie, and their time felt precious, important, worthwhile.

The shift from thinking that I must feel forgiveness to the practice of repetitive giving forgiveness has helped me in my healing journey.

I'm a mom - I'm lucky if I get to shower in the morning. Luckily, nail polish stays on my toes. I've been so bad on the upkeep, though.

Odd, the way the less the Bible is read the more it is translated

One of the things I find about getting older is that I seem to get louder, more voluble; that I constantly have to walk around repressing my vitality.

If I do something, it's always 90% obvious and 10% unknown.

Do not hurry; do not rest.

What can we not endure, When pains are lessen'd by the hope of cure?

Don't try and save yourself. The self that is trying to be saved is not you.

Every choice gives you a chance to pave your own road. Keep moving. Full speed ahead