The amount that she loved us was beyond her reach. It could not be quantified or contained. It was the ten thousand… — Cheryl Strayed Copy Share Image
“I didn't know how living outdoors and sleeping on the ground in a tent each night and walking alone through the wilderness… — Cheryl Strayed Copy Share Image
“And the fuck is yours too, WTF. That question does not apply 'to everything every day.' If it does, you’re wasting your… — Cheryl Strayed Copy Share Image
My mom said there's a sunrise and a sunset every day and you can choose to be there or not. You can… — Cheryl Strayed Copy Share Image
“I was her daughter, but more. I was Karen, Cheryl, Leif. Karen Cheryl Leif. KarenCherylLeif. Our names blurred into one in my… — Cheryl Strayed Copy Share Image
“We were her kids, her comrades, the end of her and the beginning. We took turns riding shotgun with her in the… — Cheryl Strayed Copy Share Image
“She understands that attention is the first and final act of love, and that the ultimate dwindling resource in the human arrangement isn’t cheap… — Cheryl Strayed Copy Share Image
“The most terrible and beautiful and interesting things happen in life. For some of you, those things have already happened. Whatever happens to you… — Cheryl Strayed Copy Share Image
Of course you want someone special to love you. A majority of the people who write to me inquire about how they can get… — Cheryl Strayed Copy Share Image
It's still true that literary works by women, gays, and writers of color are often framed as specific, rather than universal, small rather than… — Cheryl Strayed Copy Share Image
“And you have to do it no matter what is true. No matter what is hard.” — Cheryl Strayed Copy Share Image
“Don’t listen to those people who suggest you should be “over” your daughter’s death by now. The people who squawk the loudest about such… — Cheryl Strayed Copy Share Image
“. . . there was the actual doing it, quickly followed by the grim realization of what it meant to do it, followed by… — Cheryl Strayed Copy Share Image
He was the most ordinary man in all the world, and yet in her memory he'd become luminous, like the prince in a fairy… — Cheryl Strayed Copy Share Image
Love is our essential nutrient. Without it, life has little meaning. It's the best thing we have to give and the most valuable thing… — Cheryl Strayed Copy Share Image
“I never believed the boys were angry. I believed they were hurt and anger was the safest manifestation of their sorrow. It was the… — Cheryl Strayed Copy Share Image
