“Its never overreacting to ask for what you want and need.”

“I just love bossy women. I could be around them all day. To me, bossy is not a pejorative term at all. It means someone's passionate and engaged and ambitious and doesn't mind leading.”

“I love saying yes and I love saying please. Saying yes doesnt mean I dont know how to say no, and saying please doesnt mean I am waiting for permission. Yes please sounds powerful and concise. Its ...”

“Its a struggle for me to remain open," she admits. "To not shut down because Im defensive or scared or maybe my ego is getting in the way. And the other side of that is just believing that I belong...”

“I often look to men to model behavior," she goes on after a pause. "Not because I want to squelch whats feminine about me, but because sometimes I want a little more action, a little less feeling i...”

“If you are lucky, there is a moment in your life when you have some say as to what your currency is going to be. I decided early on it was not going to be my looks.”

“Only super-efforts count.”

“I want to be in a relationship where you telling me you love me is just a ceremonious validation of what you already show me.”

“That is what a well-guarded prayer life can reveal about us, that our trust is not in ourselves but in seeking God's strength for what we do. Prayer is not a substitute for action, but prayer under...”

“It's not that you should never love something so much that it can control you.It's that you need to love something that much so you can never be controlled.It's not a weakness.It's your best strength.”

“No matter how much you love someone, you still want to have you own way.”

“The practice of love offers no place of safety. We risk loss, hurt, pain. We risk being acted upon by forces outside our control.”

“I have nothing to offer but blood, toil, tears and sweat. We have before us an ordeal of the most grievous kind. We have before us many, many long months of struggle and of suffering. You ask, what...”

“His pen spoke more to her than he ever did.In the war of words, some are unwritten and some are unspoken.”

“How might I get over this? How would I be able to overlook the way he used to be with me? How could I overlook that his fingers touched my indiscernible soul before it twisted my nipples? How might...”