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Write like a motherfucker.
Wanting to leave is enough.
How wild it was, to let it be.
Acceptance is a small quiet room.
Work hard. Do good. Be incredible!
Be brave enough to break your own heart.
You get to define the terms of your life.
The only way out of a hole is to climb out.
I really came to literature through poetry.
Jump high and hard with intention and heart.
My whole life sort of ended when my mom died.
I was trying to find a new home in the world.
I am, as they say, the classic starving artist.
Your life will be a great and continuous unfolding
I've learned so much as both a writer and a human.
The universe, I’d learned, was never, ever kidding.
What if I was never redeemed? What if I already was?
And every last one of us can do better than give up.
Let yourself be gutted. Let it open you. Start here.
I’m a free spirit who never had the balls to be free.
It's a long life, sweetheart, and time heals all wounds.
I felt something growing in me that was strong and real.
Fear, to a great extent, is born of a story we tell ourselves.
That my complicated life could be made so simple was astounding.
Trusting yourself means living out what you already know to be true.
Art isn't anecdote. It's the consciousness we bring to bear in our lives.
The wanting was a wilderness and I had to find my own way out of the woods.
He hadn't loved me well in the end, but he'd loved me well when it mattered.
All of us, as we mature and grow up - if we're doing life right - we evolve.
I write to find what I have to say. I edit to figure out how to say it right.
Every time I read Erin Belieu work I'm pierced in that wonderful way poetry can.
Real love moves freely in both directions. Don't waste your time on anything else.
Writing is part intuition and part trial and error, but mostly it's very hard work.
In my perception, the world wasn't a graph or formula or an equation. It was a story.
I had to go on without my mother, even though I was suffering terribly, grieving her.
But compassion isn't about solutions. It's about giving all the love that you've got.
I had problems a therapist couldn't solve; grief that no man in a room could ameliorate.
I remember being absolutely rocked to my core by how profoundly I could love another human being.
Don't surrender all your joy for an idea you used to have about yourself that isn't true anymore.
In your twenties you're becoming who you're going to be and so you might as well not be an asshole.
You have to say I am forgiven again and again until it becomes the story you believe about yourself.
The people who don’t give up are the people who find a way to believe in abundance rather than scarcity.
...the other half of rising—the very half that makes rising necessary—is having been nailed to the cross.
I could go back in the direction I had come from, or I could go forward in the direction I intended to go.
There isn't a thing to eat down there in the rabbit hole of your bitterness except your own desperate heart.
Uncertain as I was as I pushed forward. I felt right in my pushing, as if the effort itself meant something.
He kissed me hard and I kissed him back harder, like it was the end of an era that had lasted all of my life.
You can't replicate walking 94 days through the wilderness by yourself with a really heavy pack until you do it.
Believe in the integrity and value of the jagged path. We don't always do the right thing on our way to rightness.
Can I convince the person about whom I'm crazy to be crazy about me? The short answer is no. The long answer is no.