People are always beautiful when you love them.

The best things about womanhood might possibly even be the conversations. The chatting. The gabbing. The whispering. The hands-on-hips eye-rolling. The yukking-it up.

Nobody was perfect. Not even close. And everybody had wrinkles from smiling and squinting and craining their necks. Everybody has marks on their bodies from years of living- a trail of life left on them. Evidence of all the adventures and sleepless nights and practical jokes and heartbreaks that had made them who they are.

You are writing the story of your only life every single minute of every day.

Success is doing the right thing for who you are.

The human condition is imperfection. And that's how it's supposed to be.

The eyes see everything through the heart.