There is no choice more intensely personal, after all, than whom you choose to marry; that choice tells us, to a large extent, who you are.

A true soul mate is a mirror, the person who shows you everything that is holding you back, the person who brings you to your own attention so you can change your life.

I've never seen any life transformation that didn't begin with the person in question finally getting tired of their own bullshit.

Tis' better to live your own life imperfectly than to imitate someone else's perfectly.

Stop wearing your wishbone where your backbone ought to be.

I'm choosing happiness over suffering, I know I am. I'm making space for the unknown future to fill up my life with yet-to-come surprises.

This is a good sign, having a broken heart. It means we have tried for something.

There's always another level up. There's always another ascension. More grace, more light, more generosity, more compassion, more to shed, more to grow.

You were given life; it is your duty (and also your entitlement as a human being) to find something beautiful within life, no matter how slight.

Never forget that once upon a time, in an unguarded moment, you recognized yourself as a friend.

If you're going to answer the call and you're going to transform and you're going to change, get ready. It is not a day at the beach.

Your vibes define your character.Be the one for whom people demand, When you know you are destined for greatness, You feel incomplete until you succeed.

I'm not leaving until you stop crying" he stated pulling me down so we were now laying on my bed facing each other

A dog is grateful for what is, which I am finding to be the soundest kind of wisdom and very good theology.

There are a whole variety of reasons I want to be attorney general, a whole variety of things that I do as attorney general that go beyond national security.

Why do villains have so much influence? Because the honest people are terribly dense.

Survival...is an infinite capacity for suspicion.

The humility of wonder opens everything.

You can't live without illusions, even if you must fight for them.

Here and there on the branch of an oak a congress of leaves still clung, rigid as flakes of bronze.

At length his lonely cot appears in view, Beneath the shelter of an aged tree; Th' expectant wee-things, toddling, stacher thro' To meet their Dad, wi' flichterin noise an' glee.