We aren't fighting against cancer, we are fighting for our lives.
If you want to be a decent human being, get to know the person who gets paid to clean your toilet at work. They have something to teach you.
My heart breaks with joy every time I look in the pool and see the surprise and pride in Mrs P's face when she realizes that she is actually learning to swim.
My dogs drive me insane sometimes and that isn't their fault. I need to learn to be a better dog for them.
Don't tell me you're inspired, tell me what you're inspired to do.
I could spend all day telling you how amazing I think cancer survivors are, and never spend a second bragging. I am humbled and proud to be counted among them.
Nothing really serious should ever be taken completely seriously.
It is amazing how good the rest of your life becomes when you know you could run a mile if you really had to.
There have been a lot of uniforms and costumes in my life: Boy Scout merit badge sash. Church choir robe. Shakespearean tights. Back stage blacks. I worked hard for each of them. But that yellow shirt is still my favorite.If you really want to improve your kicking, you should buy some flippers, the swimmer advised me. I can just throw it in the bag with my goggles, my heart rate monitor, and my yoga strap. Swimming. Running. Yoga. There is no exercise so simple that someone can't figure out away to sell you gear for it.
Wouldn't it be great if you could create something really useful by combining household dust, dog hair, and the cold brown puddle you find at the bottom of yesterday morning's coffee cup?
The most heroic people I've ever known had no idea that they were being heroes.
I have always had a crush on Lesbians and Piano Players. What's up with that?
The only real limit to our ability is our will.
It is hard to serve teenagers because they've seen all your crap before, and are unimpressed.
I get angry when I see the same vultures who celebrated her slow-motion suicide for thirty years pretending to care about Whitney Houston now that she's dead.
The quickest way to diminish your ability to meet the needs of the world is to neglect the things you need yourself.
You can fit a lot of stupid onto one little bumper sticker.
I don't know if they intended to be, but The Village People were right about the YMCA.
Young Man, I was once in your shoesI said I was, down and out with the blues
I felt no man cared if I were alive
I felt the whole world was so jive
That's when someone came up to me
And said young man take a walk up the street
There's a place there called the Y.M.C.A.
They can start you back on your way
God has blessings for you beyond anything you can ask or imagine.
If I ever get one of those tramp stamp tattoos, I think I would like it to be the Chinese character for "butt crack."
Peace,
Pennsy
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