Most of my clients don't realize that the way they look and the way they think about their looks are two separate issues.

In the moments I get it right, every step I take seems to be matched by a universal mystery, which obligingly, incredibly, creates what I can't.

Silence comes in two varieties: One that nourishes and comforts; another that chokes, smothers, and isolates. Solitary confinement is the worst kind of imprisonment we can inflict on fellow humans, and if you are forced to keep silent about some dark secret, you live in solitary confinement. Without the bridge of communication connecting you to other human beings, you can’t share your burdens, can’t receive comfort, can’t confirm that you still belong. Silence is the abyss that separates you from hope.

The idea is to identify a destructive thought pattern, then simply label it and watch it and let it pass by whenever it appears in your mind.

Truth itself is something you live, not something you think.

I have come to believe that there are infinite passageways out of the shadows, infinite vehicles to transport us into the light.

Be brave enough to turn away from shiny objects, and toward the light that makes them shine.