Still we get up. We persist, we resist, we exist. Why?

Maybe it’s time to make some changes, darling.

Make yourself as strong and as kind and as educated and as loving as you possibly can because you are the one constant everywhere you go.

It wasn’t that I couldn’t be broken—the world had proven me wrong on that—but rather that I could refuse to be a broken person.

Fewer choices, more freedom. It's ironic, but sometimes it's true.

Everyone has at least one unfulfilled dream.

What will it take? An unexpected lump? A sudden layoff from a job you hated but tolerated for the money? The lingering, heartbreaking, soul-busting illness of your child or a parent?

Make no apology for your strength, for your kindness, for your intelligence, for you.

If you're a passionate person, you've probably heard this question a few thousand times.

Are you okay with never changing? Or do you want to be somewhere different by this Friday or next Friday or a Friday a year from now?

It might look like whistling while Rome burns, but I don’t think it is, not for many of us. Let me explain.

This won't be easy.

Go get the triumph.

All the beautiful things will be found through pain.