Best 24 quotes of Ashley Asti on MyQuotes

a green juice is not self-care if it’s meant to starve not nourish. —moderation

Beauty cannot possibly be youth alone: that is like earth stopping at autumn and saying that is enough. —I want to see all of you

Do not gossip or slander, rid yourself of jealousy and self-importance. Let insincerity drop away. Some have lied and cheated to get where they've got, but that will not be you.

Don’t dig for your purpose— let it drop from the heavens and fall in your lap. —you can’t hunt your way to it

How is the ocean not enraged, swelling— how is it not furious with grief: we have drowned it in plastic, its waves are no longer its own. How does it survive this, blistered by our carelessness? We are drops of the ocean: why can’t we see this? —when plastic outnumbers fish

I am not ruined by my expectations of myself. I am ruined by what I’ve imagined are yours. —let go of what they think

I believe you do not deserve words like “anti-wrinkle” and “anti-aging.” Your experience as a woman is much too rich to be rewritten in favor of artificial youthfulness.

I do not want to suppress the parts of me that most want to soar for fear of what someone else may think or because it may be too much or not worthy enough or not complete or brilliant or normal enough. Self-care also means honoring the truth within us. Set yours free.

I don’t want to wait until I’m 73 to embrace my body. To look back and think of my beauty: How did I miss it? Let’s not wait another moment.

I just wanted to remind us: every shape and way of being is tempting, not because it’s your job to be desirable, but because the form you come in was ordered up by God and that’s madly rousing.

I might have woven myself to you in this bed but my body is still not your body as much as it is the earth— its water, its soil, its air, its children birthed from seed to become our fruit. —intimacy

I think one of the best gifts you could offer me, as a writer, is to engage with my words, to tell me how they felt to you. To let me, for a moment, see my words through your eyes. And it feels like you read my words so carefully, that you were gentle with them, nurturing. I feel loved and seen by the way you responded. Thank you for caring for the words that rise from my soul.

Maybe the most revolutionary thing she could have said when I asked her in a letter to describe what she looks like was, "I like everything about me. I wouldn't change a thing.

My mother is soil and rain, clay, ash, sand, sun and moonlight. My mother is a weeping willow— strong, daring, dripping. My mother is oceans so salty and wild she can consume whole cities— but, mostly, she chooses to be calm turquoise, washing softly over toes in sand. She is vast— some places un-navigated. She is offering, felt without words, sacred, and restful. She grows life. —mother/Mother Earth

Only between us, we are everything, and that is our beauty.

Sing hallelujah because your body is unmatched. And, because of that, it is keenly desirable— a rare, one of kind created by the Artist herself.

Starving (adj.)— When the only self-talk you gorge yourself on is ugly. —your beauty is so lush you could feast on it

The way to your spirit is through your body.

This may sound naive, but I didn't fully imagine that little girls grow up in this country with stories like yours. And that, I am sure, you are not the only one. That little girls grow up in tents and start smoking cigarettes by age eight. So seamlessly have we (those in power) written over stories and lives like yours that, to someone like me, it is very easy not to hear about lives like yours. Not to know or imagine they exist. Not to know that public policy is failing you. Not to know that the prison system is an impoverished and wholly inadequate response to your experience and that it, too, is failing you. Which means it's failing all of us.

Was I fearless? No. I think as I've gotten older (I'm 28, to answer your question), I've learned to release myself more. Not to hold back. To be exactly who I am, whether that's 'different' or not. I imagine I will only continue to learn and grow into myself. I want to uncover all parts of me.

When I'm sad, one of my favorite things to do is reach out to someone and drop a tiny blessing in her lap, as if gently tipping a watering can over her sprouting seed. Today it was a woman who has been growing her passions into a business and I just wrote, Dear Sister, I love watching you bloom.

When you buy a product, you don’t just buy the product: you buy everything that company stands for. Sisters, are your things rooted in peace?

Why did you leave all the others? he asked me. They weren’t soft enough. —redefining masculinity

Your existence is defiance: as those around you perish, you gather those passed souls and rise with them, as if your voice and leadership is made stronger by a long line of ancestors who stand tall, in spirit, with you. And I think that's what I loved most about your description of your physical self: 'I would not change anything about me. I represent my ancestors.