Quotes from Kris Radish

She orders everyone to their feet & to their drink & to the junction where they can hold their love loves in a place of honor & delight. ... Celebrate the life that was before the death & what it gave you, & what you have even now.

She knows that women who have climbed through a large chunk of their lives are always wise enough to realize that certainty equals uncertainty.

But first, a wave of laughter rising from the two women who visually embrace each other, as women do, who can talk at the ring of a doorbell about underwear, & breasts, & menstrual cycles, & the women connect, & can fall into each other lives and arms so quickly.

I'd much rather be greeted by a woman in a black bra who has a great story, than a man in black underwear who has no story at all.

Fear can wash away your dreams and fill up all the corners of your heart. You can drown in your fear. Do you hear this? Someday you will have to begin living, and how you do that will be a huge surprise to you because it will be like nothing you ever imagined. Nothing at all.

thoughts control feelings and how being in control means that you can also always be in control of your anger and your happiness. Dr.

Whatever any of them thinks about who she was, or what happened, or why people do what they do, is just absolutely fine & dandy, as long as they have a good time, do it with a kind heart, & pay homage in a respectful way to the Goddesses that have gone before them.

Worry and life have kept her thin- you can stay thin lifting sick and dying people, driving to the hospital, and planning funerals.

She is sure that tomorrow is not guaranteed and that too many women and men wait so long to say something, feel something, or go someplace. Too damn long

She is thinking about the miles of highway that the bra has seen her over, & the heartaches & the laughs.

They don't want to cry, but it's an emotion that washes over them & covers their hands & arms & fingers & feet in a cleansing movement that's a bonding element that bonds & keeps them tied together, as if they are in a club for women warriors where teardrops, golden pure & sweet teardrops, come from a common river that runs through all women & holds them together in a way that Annie helped them to see & to live.

Letting go does not have to be just because of a death. People lose many things they once believed they would have forever.... Let go. I guarantee that you will not fall

Whatever loss you hold against your breastbone... All that loss needs to be colored in & then held to the light.

Somehow the human heart figures out how to move on. It isn't easy but the alternative is a bit much.

Nothing, it seems, is ever really over.

It comes back to love, they decide. Love & the fear of loss, & even greater fear of opening up yourself in ways that would also leave you open to a bit of rejection & loss if it didn't quite work out the way you had been dreaming.

She is sure of many things. She is certain that her daughter loves her in a way that will last forever. She's sure that she has this moment, this day, & maybe a few hours after that. She's sure of the past, & what might linger on the horizon only as far as she can see. She's certain that if you take your grief & you hold on tight to it, it multiplies & divides & soon conquers you so that it wins a war that was never meant to be started.

If women could see what is real & true & how the elegant possession of what's in each of our individual hearts is what matters more than anything.

There has to be a moment when you choose happiness, when you stand up, raise your face towards the sun, and just grab joy and put it in a place where no one can ever take it away from you.

I think sometimes I think too damn much. I worry about this and that and everything else and then I wake up and four more years have slipped right out the back door.

Not going back is fine. Not going back but occasionally visiting might be best. Not going back but remembering so you don't see the same view twice. Not going back so you can turn a new page, write a new chapter, develop an entire new list. Not going back so you can stretch and grow and see yourself in a light that you never knew existed. Not going back so that you can fly. Fly.

Sisters-the ones we share last names with and the ones we choose-are the lining of every woman's soul.

Death...does this to people. It slaps the living upside the head and it makes us ponder and exchange events and feelings that might stay hidden.

Worry can bring you down to nothing and make you doubt everything you know about yourself.