The struggle is what teaches you.
If high heels were so wonderful, men would still be wearing them.
Train yourself to listen to that small voice that tells us what's important and what's not.
Grade school was perilous. ... I can see how I must have worried them. I was the kind of kid who, for no apparent reason, wept piteously or threw up on myself. On an especially scary day, I sometimes did both.
Everything happens for a reason, but that doesn't mean there's a point.
Who knows what part we play in other people's dreams?