It's life. You don't figure it out. You just climb up on the beast and ride.
Maybe people are more like the earth than we know. Maybe they have fault lines that sooner or later are going to split open under pressure.
Good enough is good enough. Perfect will make you a big fat mess every time.
Life is short but it is wide. This too shall pass.
I have been missing the point. The point is not knowing another person, or learning to love another person. The point is simply this: how tender can we bear to be? What good manners can we show as we welcome ourselves and others into our hearts?
I value humor, kindness, and the ability to tell a good story far more than money, status, or the kind of car someone drives.
I want to lay up like that, to float unstructured, without ambition or anxiety. I want to inhabit my life like a porch.
I never claimed to be a low-maintenance gal, but when I'm writing, it's particularly challenging. I lose things constantly: my watch, my glasses, my papers, my mind.
These are all I have. I do not have the wide, bright beacon of some solid old lighthouse, guiding ships safely home, past the jaggedrocks. I only have these little glimmers that flicker and then go out.
As a writer, I am not goddess of the universes I create. I am at most a stage manager of the plentiful gifts which tumble out of the horn of plenty, which is to say there is a source so sweet and forgiving and generous that I pray every day to let that source be my guide.
I now know that things I always thought I could depend on can crash in an instant. Because of the love that I have been shown, I now know what it means to be 'beloved.' I now know that no breath is to be taken for granted.
Friends are supposed to act like harbor boats-let you know if you're off course. But it ain't always possible.
we have to suffer mosquitoes the size of blackbirds.
You know how some people, when they're together, they somehow make you feel more hopeful? Make you feel like the world is not the insane place it really is?
How wide and sweet and wild motherhood and sisterhood can be.
Can you reclaim that free-girl smile, or is it like virginity- once you loose it, that's it?
The love we most cherish will, of necessity, bring us pain. Because that love is like the setting of a body with broken bones. But I want to stage the setting. I want to direct all scenes.
I believe that we are given strength and help from a power much larger than ourselves. I believe if I humble myself that this power will come through me, and help me create work that is bigger than I would have ever been able to have done alone.
Sometimes you just have to reach out and grab what you want, even when they tell you not to. This is something that I've struggled with my whole life long.
There is the truth of history, and there is the truth of what a person remembers.
Sometimes lost treasures can be reclaimed.
Don't ever admit you know a thing about cooking or it'll be used against you.
I am the kind of woman who loves hurricanes. They put me in a party mood. Make me want to eat oysters on the half shell, and act slutty.
I come to writing from hearing great stories as a child in Louisiana, where the mark of a person was his or her ability to be a raconteur. I also come to writing as a professional actress whose body has been trained to listen and smell and inhabit characters without judgment.
What they don't know is that I went over the edge years ago, and lived to tell the tale.
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