Solitude is the soul's holiday, an opportunity to stop doing for others and to surprise and delight ourselves instead.

Magic wasn't something I had to go in search of; it was here, within me, all the time. When hearts are open, when love is flowing, magic happens.

I can only bring peace to my children when I possess it myself.

Solitude is the soul's holiday, an opportunity to stop doing for others and to surprise and delight ourselves instead.

When we focus on what is good and beautiful in someone, whether or not we think that they "deserve" it, the good and beautiful are strengthened merely by the light of our attention.

At times, my nostalgia for our family life as it used to be--for our own imperfect, cherished, irretrievable past--is nearly overwhelming.

It has taken awhile, but I certainly do know it now ­­– the most wonderful gift I had, the gift I finally learned to cherish above all else, was the gift of all those perfectly ordinary days.