they say in the old tales that when a man and woman exchange looks the way we did, their spirits mingle. their gaze is a rope of gold binding each other. even if they never meet again, they carry a little of the other with them always. they can never forget, and they can never be wholly happy again

I am buoyant and expansive and uncontainable--but I always was so, only I never knew it!

A problem becomes a problem only if you believe it to be so. And often others see you as you see yourself.

That's how it is sometimes when we plunge into the depths of our lives. No one can accompany us, not even those who would give up their hearts for our happiness.

Everyone has a story. I don't believer anyone can go through life without encountering at least one amazing thing.

Girls have to be toughened so they can survive a world that presses harder on women.

Fenugreek, Tuesday's spice, when the air is green like mosses after rain.