Daniel Pearce quotes:

The most difficult part of dating as a single parent is deciding how much risk your own child's heart is worth.

It doesn't matter if I'm off the beat. It doesn't matter if I'm snapping to the rhythm. It doesn't matter if I look like a complete goon when I dance. It is my dance. It is my moment. It is mine. And dance I will. Try and stop me. You'll probably get kicked in the face.

I will never grow thick skin, so that you don't have to feel bad about being a jerk to me.

Sometimes to be a good parent... You have to laugh when you want to be angry. You have to be angry when you want to laugh. And that is why good parenting is tough.

Share your weaknesses. Share your hard moments. Share your real side. It'll either scare away every fake person in your life or it will inspire them to finally let go of that mirage called "perfection," which will open the doors to the most important relationships you'll ever be a part of.

It has everything to do with being a good human being. A good person. A good friend.

If bullies actually believe that somebody loves them and believes in them, they will love themselves, they will become better people, and many will even become saviors to the bullied.

I have long ago accepted that I am a little crazy and a little weird. It wasn't that exciting a revelation though. Turns out everyone is.

A lot of people don't like me. I take that as evidence that I have done something beautifully different or something extraordinary.

The greatest mark of a father is how he treats his children when no one is looking.

I'm not going to miss 95% of life to weigh 5% less.

My dad encouraged me to quit my job and pursue the life that I am about to have. He got excited with me. He was the first one to tell me that I could do it. I am 30 years old, and I still find great power in my own dad telling me it's possible. I still find great power in my own dad telling me I can do it.

Anger is almost always an emotion for people who wish to control others while simultaneously failing to control themselves.

When I look at each of my brothers, I see two things. First, I see the next place I want to leave a rosy welt. Second, I see a good man who will always be there, no matter how hard life gets for me or him. Then, I get out of the way because I realize he's coming at me with a wet dish towel.

The goal was never dependent on the route that took me there. It was always dependent on the heart that got me through whatever route opened itself up to my efforts.

Don't we get it? To put our arm around someone who is gay, someone who has an addiction, somebody who lives a different lifestyle, someone who is not what we think they should be... doing that has nothing to do with enabling them or accepting what they do as okay by us. It has nothing to do with encouraging them in their practice of what you or I might feel or believe is wrong vs right.It has everything to do with being a good human being. A good person. A good friend.

Some moments can only be cured with a big squishy grandma hug.

I have to wonder at what point the people fighting to protect marriage will realize that traditional couples haven't exactly been doing too good a job of it so far.

People who love themselves, don't hurt other people. The more we hate ourselves, the more we want others to suffer.