Part of growing up was learning not to be quite that honest - learning when it was better to lie, rather than to hurt someone with the truth.

You know someone's right for you when the things they don't have to say are even more important than the things they do.

Tutoring a four year old to get into an exclusive preschool made as much sense as hiring a swim coach for a guppy.

A place like this wears down everything, and tolerance is no exception. In here, coexistence passes for forgiveness. You do not learn to like something you abhor; you come to live with it...You live and let live, and eventually that becomes enough.

The more you get past pain, the more it goes from coal to diamond.

What's stronger-the need to uphold the law, or the motive to turn one's back on it?

It's the child who's supposed to cry, and the mom who makes it all better, not the other way around, which is why mothers will move heaven and earth to hold it together in front of their own kids.