Quotes by Erica Bauermeister

When a couple came to class together, it meant something else entirely - food as a solution, a diversion, or, occasionally, a playground.

Maybe your mind wont remember what I cooked last week, but your body will.

Each persons heart breaks in its own way. Every cure will be different, but there are some things we all need. Before anything else, we need to feel safe.

The women ranged in age, but they were all old enough to know that in the currency of friendship, empathy is more valuable than accuracy.

Jacks marketing books had been a part of her life for so long that she had ceased to register their presence, simply moving them from the couch to the coffee table, from the bed to the nightstand. How to Sell Everything to Anybody. Eight Great Habits of CEOs. They all seemed to involve numbers, as if you could simply count yourself to riches, like following sheep to sleep.

A risk is a risk because its avoidable.

She looked at the produce stalls, a row of jewels in a case, the colors more subtle in the winter, a Pantone display consisting only of greens, without the raspberries and plums of summer, the pumpkins of autumn. But if anything, the lack of variation allowed her mind to slow and settle, to see the small differences between the almost-greens and creamy whites of a cabbage and a cauliflower, to wake up the senses that had grown lazy and satisfied with the abundance of the previous eight months. Winter was a chromatic palate-cleanser, and she had always greeted it with the pleasure of a tart lemon sorbet, served in a chilled silver bowl between courses.

I walked across a bridge that doesnt exist. And after that, being scared just didnt seem so important anymore.

When Marion had been a teenager, she wanted a tattoo. As an oldest child who did mostly what was expected of her, she had been fascinated by the abandon tattoos implied, the willing, blind leap into commitment.

There were moments in life, Marion thought, when you reached back, baton in hand, feeling the runner behind you. Felt the clasp of their fingers resonating through the wood, the release of your hand, which then flew forward, empty, into the space ahead of you.