“Don’t worry about bad things that haven’t happened yet. It will save you a lot of anxiety.”

A practical girl never pines; she takes action.

No one worries about you like your mother, and when she is gone, the world seems unsafe.

Book clubs are the best thing that has happened to the world of publishing.

I ask myself, If I knew all the answers, would it help? I lie awake and wonder why I don’t have parents and wonder what will become of my brother and me.

But a child’s joy is doubled for the mother, and the sound of her son’s laughter began to her heart.

No one knows you like the people you live with, and no one will take up your cause to the outside world quite like your blood relatives.

Someone to talk to, to share with, to run things by.

How childish to think that could be easy.

If only men came made to order. It’s so hard to find a decent fellow.

Everything has to be clean and orderly when I sit down to write.

I don’t settle in any other area of my life when it comes to excellence, so why should I lower my standards when it comes to boys?

Those who want to know the facts, and those who want to make up a nice story to feel better.

I like it when my mother smiles. And I especially like it when I make her smile.

Maybe a first love exists to reaffirm the best parts of yourself, the choices you made when you didn’t worry about the consequences.

Ireland has never been more beautiful – the perfect setting for this story filled with humor, hope and possibility.

That’s when you know for sure somebody loves you.

My anxious self always melted in your arms, then. Now your grin from another screen telling me “its going to be okay” works just the same.

Anxiety is way louder than it sounds, I want to speak but i am short of breath.

Thoughts are just visitors passing through our minds, sometimes they stay awhile uninvited- anxiety.

Anxiety is so comfortable that people are more willing to live with it rather than willing to heal from it.

Moon, stars, and night sky. That’s how I kill my anxiousness.

I’ve always had a fear of endings, but it comes as relief to me that among all the dying things, I am one too.

Breathing is hard, my mind and heart both at war. This anxiety makes my living so hard!

Loneliness overflows you with anxiety and overthinking.