The trick is not how much pain you feel, but how much joy you feel. Any idiot can feel pain. Life is full of excuses to feel pain, excuses not to live, excuses, excuses, excuses.
Everyone in me is a bird
I am beating all my wings
Restore your attention or bring it to a new level by dramatically slowing down whatever you’re doing.
I was a late bloomer. But anyone who blooms at all, ever, is very lucky.
Do not deprive me of my age. I have earned it.
It’s a hard time to be human. We know too much and too little.
Sometimes time is like watching whales
breach fearless with instinct and practice,
as you and I learned to be
day by day, moment inside moment―
moving toward each other like memory
passed one body to another.
(from the poem, “Sometimes Time”)
Think before you speak. Read before you think.
― Fran Lebowitz
She died a famous woman denying
her wounds came from the same source as her power
(from the poem, “Power”)
I am changing his diaper, he is kicking and complaining… he weighs little more than a large sack of flour and yet he has laid waste to the living room… No one cares about order, he is our order, we revolve around him. AI look at his… face and unfocused eyes and fall in love with him… and think… I will do anything for you as long as we both shall live, world without end, amen.
―Anna Quindlen, from NANAVILLE