“Isn’t it so weird the day you wake up and you’re just going with the flow? And you just suddenly are a mom.”

I spent so many years just saying what I felt without thinking about the ramifications, without understanding that I have this opinion but not everyone might share that opinion and now they don’t like me because of it.

I just ultimately wanted to be a mother. I love children.

I have my moments, but generally speaking I shy away from being too lovey dovey.

I definitely want to go out and explore different personalities and different people.

I like going on location for films.

When something disappointing happened, my mother would remind me not to let that become my focus. There’s still so much to be grateful for.

I’m too lazy and I like food and I like my free time too much to spend it working out!

As women, we have more of a tendency to be people-pleasers, and I know a lot of women who are not vocal about what makes them happy.

The mouthier I got, the more I’d be celebrated.

I like predictability because I know what I’m getting into.

It’s lame to say that I’m a normal girl, but I think I am.

We are all human beings, part of the human race, and we need to be compassionate and giving and kind with one another.

I’m really proud of myself because I’ve pared my beauty regimen down to a cream blush and berry-tinted lip balm, which has saved me so much time.

I’ve created a chaotic life, and then I get on edge because of it.

I look back at my twenties and see that I was much less confident.

My mother is a great source of advice and wisdom and consolation for me.

I just go with the flow, I follow the yellow brick road. I don’t know where it’s going to lead me, but I follow it.

Music has its own depths, and I let it take me where it takes me, even if it means stripping all my clothes off.

During the period of capital moving from one employment to another, the profits on that to which capital is flowing will be relatively high, but will continue so no longer than till the requisite capital is obtained.

What is the use trying to describe the flowing of a river at any one moment, and then at the next moment, and then at the next, and the next, and the next? You wear out. You say: There is a great river, and it flows through this land, and we have named it History.

The fundamental flaw of vulgar thought lies in the fact that it wishes to content itself with motionless imprints of a reality which consists of eternal motion.

Wealth flows from energy and ideas.

Free-flow play is not compulsory, but there is a belief across lots of nurseries that it is.

There is one common flow, one common breathing, all things are in sympathy.