A biography for Erica Goroshasn’t been written yet.
“My acupuncturist once told me that it doesn't have to hurt to work. She might have meant the needles, but I think she really meant love.”
“Never mourn the loss of innocence, because it always brings the much greater gain of wisdom.”
“Perhaps gratitude and love are one and the same.”
“Sometimes I feel like one of those sliding tile puzzles. I just get so dang close to what I want to see in the mirror and who I want to be... but then I have to completely jumble up the pieces to try to get even closer.”
“Humility and shame have been confused. Humility is knowing that you know nothing for sure and shame is someone having to tell you.”
“Unfortunately we treat others as we treat ourselves. We should try being genuinely kind to ourselves and the rest will come naturally, like a Platinum Rule.”
“If your blade were as sharp as your tongue, you'd have sliced my through years ago.”
“Just give me a thousand words and you may make your own pictures.”
“Emotions are like muscles. Most of them go highly unattended, it's usually the weaker, undefined ones that cause injury to the rest, and there is most certainly memory response in play.”
“Thank God I have seen an orange sky with purple clouds.”
“The Lord has put more hardships atop the shoulders of my neighbors — more than I can even fathom coping with. I will strive to find a way to turn pity into admiration, for what use is it to send pity back at the world. Admiration and awe are much more helpful, especially when I find myself feeling like a victim for being stuck in traffic or losing my favorite sweater. Perspective is a blessing.”
“I'm of the age and immaturity level that I cannot give you my respect solely because you are older or ranked higher on an imaginary totem pole. I give you my respect because of your actions.”
“The heart of a person only beats when it's surrounded by blood, by family.”
“A book is simply a snap shot of the full story.”
“I am forever grateful for not knowing—What would have been. WHAT WILL BE holds none of those bittersweet pangs and it is lit w joy.”
“My cup was already brimming before I met him —after it runneth over.”
“Thank God I have seen an orange sky with purple clouds. How easy it is to forget that we have the privilege of living in God's art gallery.”