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Nourish the world with your words, yo.
One thing that blocks flow is self-consciousness.
Settling other people's land is an American tradition.
Your heart is the size of your fist; keep loving, keep fighting.
New Agers have always told us that we create our own realities. Mind over matter.
Some caregivers want to reciprocate the care they themselves received as children.
Researchers warn us against walking out on married life without a dang good reason.
In our cultural history, all emotions have been more culturally acceptable to women.
A lot of positive psychology is stuck in being the psychology of privilege, and I reject that.
Looking for the perfect day is not going to make us happy, because that day isn't going to come.
Everything is freedom and everything is loneliness. Make your choice and let the rest fall away.
I always do like seeing other people dance in their cars. It's one of the things that makes me happy.
Conventional wisdom tells us we'll only be happier after a divorce if the marriage itself was a war zone.
Artists and writers have to understand and live the truth that what we are doing is nourishing the world.
When I was a kid, my mother's parenting style teetered between benign neglect and intense bouts of violence.
I'm sure there were plenty of loving, attentive mothers in the 'me generation,' but none of them lived at my house.
I don't know if my mother was a narcissist - or bi-polar or borderline. Those were words she tossed around over the years.
In my experience, staying in a marriage that my ex and I both agreed had all its best moments behind it was epically depressing.
They say change gets more difficult as we get older - each year we're more stuck in our ways, more reluctant to learn something new.
My own habit had always been to write about the things that ticked me off in a given day. If I kept a journal at all, I kept it to vent.
With each beat, the heart pumps nearly three ounces of blood into the arteries--seventy-five to ninety gallons an hour when the body is at rest.
When you study postpartum depression, there is a very clear understanding that in communities where you see more support, there is less depression.
The last introvert in a world of extroverts. Silence: my response to both emptiness and saturation. But silence frightens people. I had to learn how to talk. Out of politeness.
If you need help or advice, ask for it, but don't worry too much about hurting other people's feelings by not doing what they say. If your gut says no, trust it. Do what seems right.
I think there are different kinds of happiness. We know when we're happy a lot of the time, but then there are those moments that have more of an afterglow, when the happiness has more depth.
I've never been socially outgoing, but I suspect I've gotten more and more ambivalent about making new friends. I'm irritated by how-do-you-do chit-chat, but that's how new relationships usually begin.
A lot of women make choices based on how they saw their mother's choices working out, how they saw the choices of the women elders in their lives working out. There's some rebellion in that, but there's also some deep reflection.
Before I published anything, I dreamed of publication, but I didn't actually write for it. I imagined that writing for an audience was something for fancier people. I aspired, but mostly I wrote for myself. I wrote because it made me happy.
The first person who ever told me that happiness was work was this manic-depressive artist I knew when I was in my 20s. I was like, 'What are you talking about? Happiness just happens. That's even the root of that word. How could it be work?
The first person who ever told me that happiness was work was this manic-depressive artist I knew when I was in my 20s. I was like, 'What are you talking about? Happiness just happens. That's even the root of that word. How could it be work?'
When we strike a balance between the challenge of an activity and our skill at performing it, when the rhythm of the work itself feels in sync with our pulse, when we know that what we're doing matters, we can get totally absorbed in our task. That is happiness.
It is a great paradox and a great injustice that writers write because we fear death and want to leave something indestructible in our wake and, at the same time, are drawn to all the things that kill: whiskey and cigarettes, unprotected sex, and deep-fried burritos.
In all of my looking at happiness, one thing I noticed right away is that the opposite of happiness isn't unhappiness or even depression, it's anxiety. It is something that can constantly block our happiness, or our chance to reach that sort of meditative state in our work or our home lives.
I've been thinking about disowning some of my genes lately. I have a few healthy, happy, long-living optimists in my family tree - most of them fans of Christian Science founder Mary Baker Eddy, a major champion of positive thinking. But I've got plenty of ancestors who played out more tortured hands.
Maybe it goes without saying that if you want to become a famous writer before you’re dead, you’ll have to write something. But the folks in my classes with the biggest ideas and the best publicity shots ready to grace the back covers of their best-selling novels are also usually the ones who aren’t holding any paper.