You've got to figure out which end of the needle you're gon' be, the one that's fastened to the thread or the end that pierces the cloth.

The whole problem with people is they don't know what matters and what doesn't.

When compassion wakes up in us, we find ourselves more willing to become vulnerable, to take the risk of entering the pain of others.

Finally, I began to write about becoming an older woman and the trepidation it stirred. The small, telling "betrayals" of my body. The stalled, eerie stillness in my writing, accompanied by an ache for some unlived destiny. I wrote about the raw, unsettled feelings coursing through me, the need to divest and relocate, the urge to radically simplify and distill life into a new, unknown meaning.

You can go other places, all right - you can live on the other side of the world, but you can't ever leave home

I think there must be a place inside of us where dreams go and wait their turn.

Actually, you can be bad at something...but if you love doing it, that will be enough. - August Boatwright