What we know matters, but who we are matters more. Being rather than knowing requires showing up and letting ourselves be seen. It requires us to dare greatly, to be vulnerable.

Authenticity is the daily practice of letting go of who we think we're supposed to be and embracing who we are.

Don't try to win over the haters; you are not a jackass whisperer.

Only when we are brave enough to explore the darkness will we discover the infinite power of our light.

Vulnerability sounds like truth and feels like courage. Truth and courage aren't always comfortable, but they're never weakness.

Daring greatly means the courage to be vulnerable. It means to show up and be seen. To ask for what you need. To talk about how you're feeling. To have the hard conversations.

What makes you vulnerable makes you beautiful.

Believing that you're enough is what gives you the courage to be authentic.

Shame hates it when we reach out and tell our story. It hates having words wrapped around it - it can't survive being shared. Shame loves secrecy... When we bury our story, the shame metastasizes.

When we deny our stories, They define us. When we own our stories, we get to write the ending.

Owning our story can be hard but not nearly as difficult as spending our lives running from it.

Peace is always loving and tranquil.

Beliefs will nourish or poison depending on their compatibility with reality.

The reality is that your dreams pave the way for you. You just have to have the guts to follow them.

One of my favorite dialogue pieces from Black Creek Burning: “It was a polite, white lie, ” Brie whispered. “I’ll have to remember you think that way, ” Nathan said.

You don't have to have an attitude if you're famous.

The muses crown virtue when fortune refuses to do it.

You will have the highest of highs and the lowest of lows, just remember to always handle yourself with grace and dignity.

Unemployment doles can have no other effect than the perpetuation of unemployment.

I said, "If I was a Negro girl-" He placed his fingers across my lips so I tasted his saltiness. "We can't think of changing our skin," he said. "Change the world-that's how we gotta think."

I feel empty, not because of sadness, but because of relief, all the tension flowing out of me.