There is nothing like feeling truly "awake" and aware of my life and what it means to me. So I look ahead and think, "There is still so much to be done, and I will continue to make the most of it.

I would still rather feel things and live life to the fullest rather than hide in a cave and attempt to protect myself from the uncertainties of the world.

We never truly "get over" a loss, but we can move forward and evolve from it.

I believe I gather strength from the generations of women who came before me - that together we all hold the suffering of the world.

It is true that the grief journey is very lonely, but it is also up to you to decide just how lonely you will make it.

The truth is, we never know what life will bring us and we don't have as much control as we might think we have. But we CAN choose how we walk through life and how we spend our time.

You have to do what feels right for you. Do not let anyone influence you otherwise. It is your mind, your heart, and your own internal wisdom that will lead you in the direction you need to go.

Once you have walked down the grief path, what you have gained on your journey may turn into invaluable advice for someone else.

I began to feel that nature itself was nurturing me, reminding me that life still offered beauty and calm, and that I was also made out of these elements.

Each loss brings growth with it, and learning to handle new experiences and taking charge of your needs is part of the transformative process.

Remember to view yourself and your humanness with a kind heart.

Neither do men light a candle and put it under a bushel but on a candlestick and it giveth light unto all that are in the house.

I believe that those who knew me [in my youth] took me for an eccentric.

Keep moving forward, even one or two steps, in your own way. Those who live out their lives to the fullest, unperturbed by the noisy clamor around them, are the true winners.

Young love needs dangers and barriers to nourish it.

Sweet intercourse of looks and smiles; for smiles from reason flow.

Who rant by note, and through the gamut rage; in songs and airs express their martial fire; combat in trills, and in a fugue expire.

I've got the utmost respect for Wayne.

If anything, people think it's cool that I'm still working. I'm proud to be a working mama in this world.

In old age, mirror is not a friend!

Life forms a surface that acts as if it could not be otherwise, but under its skin things are pounding and pulsing.