Growing up in my family, it wasn't important that we always be the best; it was important that we were going to try to be our best and give it our all.

Worrying is just a prayer for the worst possible scenario.

Figuring out how to eat healthfully on your own without your parents' guidance is one of the hardest lessons you must learn when you leave home for college.

I have two pairs of stretchy maternity leggings and jeans, which I will never give up, because once you experience an elastic band for a waist, you will never go back.

I am proactive and looking to change my own behavior rather than others' - which is generally much more successful!

I do what I do because my favorite thing is to learn.

Exercise is important, but exercise in a gym is not important. Go and take a walk outside. Skip the umpteenth coffee date and go for a hike instead. Take the stairs. Walk your errands.

While fad diets might seem like the quick-fix solution to lose weight, they won't help you get healthy in the long run.

Food is medicine! We have forgotten that!

Ultimately, it's how you approach things in life that puts a smile on your face.

My mom is a great cook, and family dinners were a must growing up, even if that meant eating at 10 p.m. when my dad got home from the hospital. It's where we did our family bonding.

The heart is the place where our life gets its direction.

Attain the unattainable.

They (fashion editors) have always been our secret weapon.

Truth is a powerful weapon ... We must be careful how we use it." (Quote by Spottedleaf, page 5)

The Socratic demonstration of the ultimate unity of tragic and comic drama is forever lost. But the proof is in the art of Chekhov.

People used to say nobody can sing my songs but me, they're too personal.

Old and young disbelieve one another's truths.

Let us never cease to feel compassion for those in want. Let us never tire of helping victims of injustice and oppression. He who puts his faith in the restoration of human dignity cannot be wrong.

The longest lives are short; our work lasts longer.

For was that all, she thought bleakly, that love ever was? Something that saved one from loneliness? A sort of insurance policy against not counting?