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

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.

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 pride myself on being kind.

I decided I was sick of trying to figure out what everybody else wanted, and I should just decide what I want, and be honest, and not spend all my time guessing.

I still love the theology of the Mormon religion and think it is a wonderful way to grow up.

When I do get pregnant, I highly doubt I’ll be one of those women who don’t look pregnant from behind – I’ll be that chick who looks pregnant from her ankles up!

My worst habit used to be smoking but I quit.

The grief we carry is part of the grief of the world. Hold it gently. Let it be honored. You do not have to keep it in anymore. You can let go into the heart of compassion; you can weep.

It is not a case we are treating; it is a living, palpitating, alas, too often suffering fellow creature.

Life is so hard, how can we be anything but kind?

Compassion for ourselves gives rise to the power to transform resentment into forgiveness, hatred into friendliness, and fear into respect for all beings.

If your compassion does not include yourself, it is incomplete.

A kind gesture can reach a wound that only compassion can heal.

In deep self acceptance, grows a compassionate understanding.

Wherever you are is the perfect place to awaken. This moment is the exact place to practice compassion and loving awareness. You have all the ingredients to breathe and find freedom just where you are.