Love is unconditional acceptance. That quality is also our essential nature, who we really are.
Too much talking these days. Talk talk talk. This country would get along much better if people learned how to suffer in silence.
Perfection is like chasing the horizon. Keep moving.
Dahling, when God put teeth in your mouth, he ruined a perfectly good arsehole.
Grown-ups don't look like grown-ups on the inside either. Outside, they're big and thoughtless and they always know what they're doing. Inside, they look just like they always have. Like they did when they were your age. Truth is, there aren't any grown-ups. Not one, in the whole wide world.
In a world where people die every day, I think the important thing to remember is that for each moment of sorrow we get when people leave this world there's a corresponding moment of joy when a new baby comes into this world. That first wail is-well, it's magic, isn't it? Perhaps it's a hard thing to say, but joy and sorrow are like milk and cookies. That's how well they go together. I think we should all take a moment to meditate on that.
I watched my life as if it were happening to someone else. My son died. And I was hurt, but I watched my hurt, and even relished it, a little, for now I could write a real death, a true loss. My heart was broken by my dark lady, and I wept, in my room, alone; but while I wept, somewhere inside I smiled.
Those lips looked tasty, especially when they said things like ' i jumped up every time someone knocked, hoping it's be you
The great advantage about telling the truth is that nobody ever believes it.
This is a bit different to the Thursday breakfast I'm used to. It's usually just me and my dog.
You can't stumble upon something new and wonderful if you don't have time to stumble.