Kathy > Kathy's Quotes

“Nothing the night said about the morning turned out to be true.”
― Sy Safransky

“In my own worst seasons I've come back from the colorless world of despair by forcing myself to look hard, for a long time, at a single glorious thing: a flame of red geranium outside my bedroom window. And then another: my daughter in a yellow dress. And another: the perfect outline of a full, dark sphere behind the crescent moon. Until I learned to be in love with my life again. Like a stroke victim retraining new parts of the brain to grasp lost skills, I have taught myself joy, over and over again(15).”
― Barbara Kingsolver, High Tide in Tucson : Essays from Now or Never

“You say grace before meals. All right. But I say grace before the concert and the opera, and grace before the play and pantomime, and grace before I open a book, and grace before sketching, painting, swimming, fencing, boxing, walking, playing, dancing and grace before I dip the pen in the ink.”
― G.K. Chesterton

“…when therapists use a “deficit lens,” they tend to limit a child’s opportunities and view the child as a problem in need of “fixing.” But a capacity-building lens will not only meet and celebrate kids where they are, it often will create higher outcomes for them. In other words, kids grow more when professionals see their strengths.”
― Heather Lanier, Raising a Rare Girl: A Memoir

“Disability was not something to find blame for, because disability was not a problem. Through the neutral lens of science, my kid’s chromosomal anomaly was a product of diversity, and who could be upset about that?”
― Heather Lanier, Raising a Rare Girl: A Memoir

“Becoming a mother is already a rupturing event—an apocalypse of the heart, an undoing and a redoing of your world. In loving Fiona, my heart broke open. There was a certain kind of agony in this—one for which I’m eternally grateful.”
― Heather Lanier, Raising a Rare Girl

“She trusted her instincts; she trusted those dear to her; she trusted her emotions and her passions. She drank deep, you could see that; she squeezed every drop of living out of all the elements that mattered to her. It made her careless sometimes, of course it did, but it was a wonderfully rich and rapt way to be.”
― Joanna Trollope, Sense and Sensibility