Alone had always felt like an actual place to me, as if it weren’t a state of being, but rather a room where I could retreat to be who I really was.

Fear, to a great extent, is born of a story we tell ourselves, and so I chose to tell myself a different story from the one women are told. I decided I was safe. I was strong. I was brave. Nothing could vanquish me. ― Wild: From Lost to Found on the Pacific Crest Trail

Self-pity is a dead-end road. You make the choice to drive down it. It’s up to you to decide to stay parked there or to turn around and drive out. — Tiny Beautiful Things

But the reality is we often become our kindest, most ethical selves only by seeing what it feels like to be a selfish jackass first. — Tiny Beautiful Things

I’m a free spirit who never had the balls to be free. — Wild

In my perception, the world wasn’t a graph or formula or an equation. It was a story. — Wild

I’ll never know, and neither will you, of the life you don’t choose. We’ll only know that whatever that sister life was, it was important and beautiful and not ours. It was the ghost ship that didn’t carry us. There’s nothing to do but salute it from the shore. — Tiny Beautiful Things

Most things will be okay eventually, but not everything will be. Sometimes you’ll put up a good fight and lose. Sometimes you’ll hold on really hard and realize there is no choice but to let go. Acceptance is a small, quiet room. — Tiny Beautiful Things

You cannot convince people to love you. This is an absolute rule. No one will ever give you love because you want him or her to give it. Real love moves freely in both directions. Don’t waste your time on anything else. – Tiny Beautiful Things

The universe, I’d learned, was never, ever kidding. It would take whatever it wanted and it would never give it back. — Wild

Don’t surrender all your joy for an idea you used to have about yourself that isn’t true anymore.  – Tiny Beautiful Things