American author and activist
Glennon Doyle (born March 20, 1976) is an American author and activist known for her #1 New York Times bestsellers Untamed, Love Warrior, and Carry On, Warrior. Doyle is also the creator of the online community Momastery, and is the founder and president of Together Rising, an all-women-led nonprofit organization supporting women, families, and children in crisis.
The only meaningful thing we can offer one another is love. Not advice, not questions about our choices, not suggestions for the future, just love.
If our goal is to be tolerant of people who are different than we are, then we really are aiming quite low. Traffic jams are to be tolerated. People are to be celebrated.
I still get very high and very low in life. Daily. But I've finally accepted the fact that sensitive is just how I was made, that I don't have to hide it and I don't have to fix it. I'm not broken.
If you feel something calling you to dance or write or paint or sing, please refuse to worry about whether you're good enough . Just do it. Be generous. Offer a gift to the world no one else can offer : yourself.
Don't let yourself become so concerned with raising a good kid that you forget you already have one.
A good day is a good day. A bad day is a good story.
You are not a mess. You are a feely person in a messy world.
I think when your heart hurts this much it means you opened it wide once- and that is something to be proud of.
I think that sometimes quitting is exactly the right thing to do. Quitting something that's not working requires self-awareness and courage.
No relationship would be successful without a little compromise. If you can't learn to do that then I'm sorry to say your relationship will never survive. Love is about giving and taking, it's not just about smiles and kind words. Compromise is key.
I was what they call a 'highly functional addict.' ... sometimes people who need help look nothing like people who need help.
It is a decision that compassion is more important than fear, than fitting in, than following the crowd.
There are only two lives we might live: our dream or our destiny. Sometimes they are one in the same, and sometimes they're not. Often our dreams are just a path to our destinies.
During my drinking decades, I lived like a pig. My room was a hazardous pile of stilettos, tube tops, wine bottles, ashtrays, and old magazines. I valued nothing. Everything that came into my life was disposable: clothes, opportunities, people. My bedroom looked as if my insides had spilled out onto the floor.