“And what about the child who is angry or mean? That is merely a layer of mud over gold. Children aren’t born that way. They’re golden at birth. I just have to wash off the mud. I know that they’re already filled with goodness.”
-Jennie Fitzkee, How to Teach a Child to Become a Superhero
“When you stop chasing the wrong things, you give the right things a chance to catch you.”
-Probably Lolly Daskal
“Every single person goes through something in their lives. No one gets a free pass from grief or depression or just plain bad luck. We all suffer in some way. But we need to soldier on. Because that’s what life is: tunneling through the shit to find the gold.
“But sometimes we need help, we need someone to hand us the shovel. Please go to a qualified shovel specialist. There are people out there that can and will help. Know that there really are people who care.
“And to everyone else- remember- sometimes all that’s needed is a kind word. Sometimes telling someone that you are there is enough. Remind yourself that everyone else might not be as happy as you are. A little kindness goes a long way.”
Waking Up on the Wrong Side of 50: Everybody Matters
“We don’t get what we wish for, we get what we fight for. By ourselves. In spite of numerous obstacles.”
-Cristian Mihai, You’ve got to save yourself
“Why wait to get old and dream about the things you could have done, when you can start now and look back on the things you did.”
“The most powerful force in the human psyche is how we describe ourselves to ourself.
“…The words that follow ‘I am’ follow you.”
Rock Thomas, How to Change the Way You See Yourself.
“Success is only meaningful -and enjoyable- if it feels like your own.”
-Michelle Obama, Oregon State University Commencement Address (June 2012)
“The first four months of writing the book, my mental image is scratching with my hands through granite. My other image is pushing a train up the mountain, and it’s icy, and I’m in bare feet.”
-Mary Higgins Clark
“I will not follow where the path may lead, but I will go where there is no path, and I will leave a trail.”
–Muriel Strode, “Wind-Wafted Wildflowers,” August 1903