524 Quotes by Cheryl Strayed

It was my life – like all lives, mysterious and irrevocable and sacred. So very close, so very present, so very belonging to me. How wild it was, to let it be.

You go on by doing the best you can. You go on by being generous. You go on by being true. You go on by offering comfort to others who can’t go on. You go on by allowing the unbearable days to pass and allowing the pleasure in other days. You go on by finding a channel for your love and another for your rage.

I had arrived. I’d done it. It seemed like such a small thing and such a tremendous thing at once, like a secret I’d always tell myself though I didn’t know the meaning of it just yet.

The whole deal about loving truly and for real and with all you’ve got has everything to do with letting those we love see what made us.

In moments among my various agonies, I noticed the beauty that surrounded me, the wonder of things both small and large: the color of a desert flower that brushed against me on the trail or the grand sweep of the sky as the sun faded over the mountains.

There isn’t a thing to eat down there in the rabbit hole of your bitterness except your own desperate heart.

Trust yourself. It’s Sugar’s golden rule. Trusting yourself means living out what you already know to be true.

Just as I’d seemed to be doing okay after my mom died. Grief doesn’t have a face.

And if there’s one thing I believe more than I believe anything else, it’s that you can’t fake the core. The truth that lives there will eventually win out.