We're all going through so much hard, wonderful, amazing . . . it's blessings; it's lessons; it's hardship; it's life. I guess, I don't know what the definition of life is. I now know the meaning of my life, because of my daughters, but mine is one little tiny speck in the universe. It's nice to not be pretending everything is perfect all the time, because it isn't, but I do love happiness and joy and optimism.

It's never too late. Don't focus on what was taken away. Find something to replace it, and acknowledge the blessing you have.

People are like moths. First they are ugly and awkward, until they break out of their shell and become a beautiful butterfly.

Girls want to be with guys who have a sense of humor-it makes them far more attractive to us.

I've always loved butterflies, because they remind us that it's never too late to transform ourselves.

The older you get, the few slumber parties there are, and I hate that. I liked slumber parties. What happened to them?

I am fundamentally happy. Everyone has experiences that makes them cynical, jaded or unhappy - you just have to fight those things off. I have totally emotional days when I cry and get insecure. PMS weirded out, doomed and tragic. I mean, I'm definitely not just a lollipop, happy in the wind girl. I'm human just like everyone else, but I think that it would be tragic to be on your deathbed and think, 'I could've I should've.' That gets me out of bed everyday. I can't even last like an hour in bed in the morning. I have to get out there and live.