“Birds sing after a storm; why shouldn’t people feel as free to delight in whatever sunlight remains to them?”

If you can keep your head about you when all about you are losing theirs, its just possible you haven’t grasped the situation.

In my life, I am often reminded that there is a destiny that rules over us, because no one whom I know about or whom I read about seems to be completely happy during a long time.

My father was a great innovator in public life, but when it came to raising his daughters, no one could have been more conservative.

My father had extravagant notions of my beauty, grace, wit, and charm.

There’s nothing I like less than bad arguments for a view that I hold dear.

It’s our money, and we’re free to spend it any way we please.

Birds sing after a storm. Why shouldn’t we?

I have had quite an interesting life. My husband was quite successful in the movies, and we went out frequently with Gloria Swanson and other stars.

I would much rather be known as the mother of a great son than the author of a great book or the painter of a great masterpiece.

There’s nothing I like less than bad arguments for a view that I hold dear.

I have always believed that God never gives a cross to bear larger than we can carry. No matter what, he wants us to be happy, not sad. birds sing after a storm. Why shouldn’t we?

It is selfish to concern oneself with tragedies.

The time will come when it will disgust you to look in the mirror.

I tell myself that God gave my children many gifts – spirit, beauty, intelligence, the capacity to make friends and to inspire respect. There was only one gift he held back – length of life.

It has been said, ‘time heals all wounds.’ I do not agree. The wounds remain. In time, the mind, protecting its sanity, covers them with scar tissue and the pain lessens. But it is never gone.

More business is lost every year through neglect than through any other cause.

People need to feel very good about their achievements. They get pride in what they are doing.

Anxiety feels like over-explaining chronically.

Holding you feels like seeing the stars for the first time. – Completeness

One of the painful things about our time is that those who feel certainty are stupid, and those with any imagination and understanding are filled with doubt and indecision.

He smelt like spring and felt like rain the kind that cooled earth on a hot summer day.

He sets fire to my soul and I have never felt so alive.

Sometimes it’s as if we’re an overflowed tank. As if we are holding more than what can really fit inside us.

I am making space for each emotion I need to feel.