Quotes from Julianne MacLean

my share of hardships. My childhood

I'm just trying to do my job. To help you look inward, be as self-aware as you can possibly be. Life is easier when you know yourself. When you can accept your past and your limitations and recognize your strengths and desires. When you really know who you are and what you want, and you don't try to be something you're not.

On that note, one thing I've learned is that nothing is ever set in stone. When things seem terrible or tragic, the future can change on a dime. Sometimes, the worst things that happen to us teach us to be stronger, and they prepare us to hunker down and weather the next crashing wave. And it's amazing how luck can change when the wave recedes and you open your heart to the possibility of good things.

snoop through his phone contacts and messages when he's not here to explain himself. Winston jumps up as well and waits patiently beside me with his chin on his front paws, the big plastic cone like a clown collar around his neck.

I have forgiven myself and others for what happened all those years ago. But I have not forgotten any of it, nor do I ever wish to. I am the woman I am today because of what I have been through. I am grateful for all of it—every single minute, good or bad—and I will never again lose sight of what miracles might be possible in the future.

Sometimes, bad things happened. All any of us can ever do is find a way to survive, and accept the things that cannot be changed.

Sometimes I look back on what happened and wonder if it was some kind of stress-induced hallucination. The

LOVE IS A FOUR-LEGGED WORD.

Regret—I am all done with you. All my energy is exactly where it should be—focused on my family and friends and the beauty of each new day. I will always be grateful for the bounty in my life, and as time marches on, I will move forward with courage and exhilaration.

CHILDREN LEFT UNATTENDED WILL BE GIVEN AN ESPRESSO AND A FREE PUPPY and LOVE IS A FOUR-LEGGED WORD.

I once heard that Lord Martin can recall the exact details of every race he's ever been in and all the mistakes the other skippers made, and he doesn't require a chart or tide table when he's at the wheel. He keeps everything stored in his head like a scientific tactician.

Life is full of unknowns," she replied. "You can't escape them, no matter how hard you try.

Love is our greatest achievement. Don't ever forget that. Don't squander it. Seek it. Experience it. Savor it every day that you can, because you never know

rose from bed and stood at the paned window of my Boston flat, watching violent gusts of wind sweep raindrops

Sometimes it seems remarkable how certain moments of our lives stand out from all the others with striking clarity, and are burned into our memories forever.

Some regrets are born out over a period of months, or even years of misbehavior, because you didn't have enough self-awareness or life experience to recognize the error you were making at the time.

that's what life is. A series of moments. Nothing more. We must endeavor to enjoy every single one. Forget about the past and future. They have no place in the present.

Wasn't that part of life? To follow your heart? Explore the unknown and engage in a little trial and error?

That clarity helped me to realize how foolish we can be at times—to fear the unknown, when occasionally the unknown can be far better than anything we ever imagined.

to be seen as someone who deserves to be happy.

How long, I wondered, did we need to cling to the things that belonged to our lost loved ones? Were "things" what really mattered? It was just stuff.

In this remarkable, complex world of ours, there are certain people who appear to lead charmed lives. They are blessed with natural beauty, have successful and fulfilling careers. They drive expensive cars, live in upscale neighborhoods, and are happily married to gorgeous and brilliant spouses.

I've come to learn that certain things in life are beyond our control. Others are beyond comprehension.

How long, I wondered, did we need to cling to the things that belonged to our lost loved ones? Were "things" what really mattered? It was just stuff. The value, I supposed, was that it helped me to remember details. But there was nothing concrete about a memory. Memories—and love—exist in our hearts and minds and souls. That love travels with us wherever we go.