We are not meant to stay wounded. We are supposed to move through our tragedies and challenges and to help each other move through the many painful episodes of our lives. By remaining stuck in the power of our wounds, we block our own transformation. We overlook the greater gifts inherent in our wounds - the strength to overcome them and the lessons that we are meant to receive through them. Wounds are the means through which we enter the hearts of other people. They are meant to teach us to become compassionate and wise.

Women most certainly carry a more sympathetic heart in the traditional, classic sense the mother archetype. They have been given the role to carry the heart energy of the human community, whereas men carry the survival energy.

Your spirit is the part of you that seeks meaning and purpose. It's the part drawn to hope, that will not give in to despair.

To feel the suffering and then to know the pain of the unnecessariness of it. That right there has me in its grip. The only way through that is serious prayer. I can't get through it any other way. I've got to believe that that's making a difference somehow. I can't see the difference, but I've got to believe it does, because in some way it lets me sleep at night. My only other alternative is to become angry, and I can't go that direction.

While we measure our own success in terms of our personal comfort and security, the universe measures our success by how much we have learned.

I love myself enough-not in a schmaltzy garbage sense, Hallmark stuff, I'm talking respect myself-I respect my life-force enough to no longer waste it.

The common ingredient in every single dysfunction is an issue of power.