The dinner table is a lively debate, and everybody weighs in in a different way. I like that, though.
Cry with someone. It's more healing than crying alone.
No matter how you feel, get up, dress up and show up.
Whatever doesn't kill you really does make you stronger.
Each day is a precious gift to be savored and used, not left unopened and hoarded for a future that may never come.
No one really has a bad life. Not even a bad day. Just bad moments.
Sometimes you have to disconnect to stay connected. Remember the old days when you had eye contact during a conversation? When everyone wasn't looking down at a device in their hands? We've become so focused on that tiny screen that we forget the big picture, the people right in front of us.
But if you call me Anne, please call me Anne with an 'e'.
I know of a wild region whose librarians repudiate the vain superstitious custom of seeking any sense in books and compare it to looking for meaning in dreams or in the chaotic lines of one's hands. . . They admit that the inventors of writing imitated the twenty-five natural symbols, but they maintain that this application is accidental and that books in themselves mean nothing. This opinion - we shall see - is not altogether false.
Vanity is apt to inspire contempt, but that becomes immediately tempered by a gentler and more gracious feeling; for the vain man desires to win our approbation, and in this way he flatters us.
If you don't see the book you want on the shelves, write it.