“Kids are a huge sacrifice; they change everything – but I’m ready to work for things of greater importance than going out to meet someone for dinner at 10 o’clock at night.”

I’m not really a first-move kind of gal.

I’m a talker. I love a good debate.

A lot of children don’t find forever homes because they’re on that special-needs list, even if it’s because of something as simple as her mother smoked cigarettes for a month, not knowing she was pregnant.

It’s easy to be taken advantage of if you’re not honest.

I’m not perfect. But clothes help. A good bra with some underwire definitely helps a lot!

I want to stay in the moment and enjoy the great things that are happening.

I’m not terribly sentimental.

Of course, of course I’m grateful. How can I not be grateful? I have been afforded such a wonderful life.

I think that I always loved being the centre of attention!

I always assume I look better than I actually do. I’ll feel pretty good about myself when I leave the house, then I’ll see a picture and think, ‘Crap, I had no idea that’s what I was looking like.’

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.

You will find as the children grow up that as a rule children are a bitter disappointment – their greatest object being to do precisely what their parents do not wish and have anxiously tried to prevent.

The thing you don’t dream about as a kid is all the peripheral stuff that comes with success.

Ye Children of Man! whose life is a span, Protracted with sorrow from day to day, Naked and featherless, feeble and querulous, Sickly, calamitous creatures of clay!

We’re in a tough place in this world. There are a lot of kids giving up very early. Scripture says it takes a village to raise one child, and that’s what these coaches are going to have to go back and understand.

The gap between enthusiasm and indifference is filled with failures. The great man is he that does not lose his child’s heart.

Celebrate the birth of a girl child by planting 5 trees in your village.

Passion is always a mystery and unaccountable, and unfortunately there is no doubt that life does not spare its purest children; often it is just the most deserving people who cannot help loving those that destroy them.

I too was naughty as a child & played pranks. The child within us has to be kept alive because that child keeps us alive.