I like to keep myself wrapped in layers of sleep and wait for the geraniums.

That's the nature of being a parent, Sabine has discovered. You'll love your children far more than you ever loved your parents, and -- in the recognition that your own children cannot fathom the depth of your love -- you come to understand the tragic, unrequited love of your own parents.

A perfectly happy marriage? There is no such thing. There are strong marriages that can survive problems, but happiness is such a brief condition, interrupted by difficulties and plain, boring routine.

The absence of doubt will turn humans into beasts.

What the river was showing her now was that she could flow beyond the brokenness, redeem herself, and fuse once more.

I like to keep myself wrapped in layers of sleep and wait for the geraniums.

In language that's lyrical and haunting, Cheryl Strayed writes about bliss and loss, about the kind of grace that startles and transforms us in ordinary moments.