And remember-no woman ever said, on her deathbed, I wish I'd eaten less cake.
Read everything. Read fiction and non-fiction, read hot best sellers and the classics you never got around to in college.
You can’t control what they do, but you can control how you respond to it … whether you allow it to drive you crazy, or occupy all of your thoughts, or whether you note what they’re doing, consider it...
Room and refused to return to the table, even
Face and figure from my dad’s mother, Grandma Sadie, who was tall,
And my father together had gently
A concentration of young people who wanted to open their minds,
You don't get perfect-but I was going to grab this happiness and hold it as tightly as I could. I was going to enjoy it for as long as it lasted.
Women had made progress - Jo only had to look as far as the television set to see it - but she wondered whether they would ever not try to have it all and do it all and do it all flawlessly. Would the...
We lose ourselves, she repeated, forming each word with care, but we find our way back. Wasn’t that the story of her life? Wasn’t that the story of Bethie’s? You make the wrong choices, you make mista...
This thing that I created, this thing I made as a woman, for other women, is worth something. It's worth exactly the same as what a similar thing, built by a man, for men, is worth.
There is no magic weight, no magic size, no magic number on the scale where, as soon as you hit it, confetti rains down and a band starts to play and hidden doors slide open and Daniel Craig walks thr...
She hated the implied familiarity when customers requested things from her by name...
Regular women carry pictures of their babies, their husbands, their summer houses. Fat ladies carry pictures of themselves at their skinniest.
People are like that. They can only give you what they have inside. So if this Sydelle character is giving you so much trouble, it's because she's nothing but trouble on the inside. She's just deliver...
It's just you and the track and the clock. It's the most elemental thing there is-the simplest and the hardest. No everybody is cut out for it.
Her anecdotes had a polished quality, like she had read a book on what could possibly make a beautiful girl sound sympathetic and memorized the answers.
Hell is an Eagles game, where the bleachers are always freezing, and the team is always losing, and my family is insane.
God grant me the serenity to accept the things I cannot change, courage to change the things I can, and the patience not to strangle my mother-in-law, chop her into little pieces, and dump them down a...
Bubbe and Zayde were old and small and wrinkly,