Marriage is like a well-built porch. If one of the two posts leans too much, the porch collapses. So each must be strong enough to stand on its own.— Deb Caletti
The most satisfaction Deb Caletti quotes that are little-known but priceless
...wanting things for the wrong reasons can turn anyone's life into a marshmallow on a stick over a hot fire: impossibly messy and eventually consumed, one way or another.
That's what people do who love you. They put their arms around you and love you when you're not so lovable.
The loneliness you feel with another person, the wrong person, is the loneliest of all.
You have ordinary moments and ordinary moments and more ordinary moments, and then, suddenly, there is something monumental right there. You have past and future colliding in the present, your own personal Big Bang, and nothing will ever be the same.
You've got to have someone who loves your body.
Who doesn't define you, but sees you. Who loves what he sees. Who you don't have to struggle to be good enough for.
We don't want you convicted for condiment theft.
You go to that prison, you'll meet big-time operators. Maple syrup stealers.
Sometimes you think you've found love, when it's really just one of those objects that are shiny in a certain light--a trophy, say, or a ring, or a diamond, even. Glass shards, maybe. You've got to be careful, you do. The shine can blind you. The edges can cut you in way you never imagined. It is up to you to allow that or not.
We can get so wrapped up in our own misconceptions that we miss the simple beauty of the truth.
It was one of those times you feel a sense of loss, even though you didn't have something in the first place. I guess that's what disappointment is- a sense of loss for something you never had.
To an untrained eye, need and love were as easily mistaken for each other as the real master's painting and a forgery.
If time heals all wounds, and a book can hold a person's entire life, then you can speed up the process with a pulp time warp.
Love." She looked at me with those blue eyes. "Isn't it astonishing how confused and complicated such a small,simple word is? It attracts so many other things, doesn't it, that stick to it like barnacles on rock...fear, guilt. Need. You can't even see the rock anymore. I imagine love in its purest form is a rare thing.
I vow... "to not let the back & forth of forgiveness interrupt the steadiness of love.
Love was also an easy word, used carelessly.
Felons and creeps could offer it coated in sugar, and users could dangle it so enticingly that you wouldn't notice that it had things attached - heavy things, things like pity and need, that were weighty as anchors and iron beams and just as impossible to get out from underneath.
This is what I know. Don't settle for 40, 50, or even 80 percent. A relationship-it shouldn't be too small or too tight or even a little scratchy. It shouldn't take up space in your closet out of guilty conscience or convenience or a moment of desire. Do you hear me? It shold be perfect for you. It should be lasting. Wait. wait for 100 percent.
Here, kitty, kitty, Chico says. The cover of his cage is still on, making his tiny clown voice slightly muffled. I feel bad for him under there, just waiting to start his evil little day...Freud walks toward Chico in his slinky fashion, sits under his cage and just stares. We have satanic pets...our pets seem to have made a pact with the devil.
Because words were hills and valleys you traveled, so lovely sometimes that they hurt your eyes.
I finally learned that it was all right to say something wasn’t working for me when it wasn’t working. The world doesn’t come crashing down when you speak the truth.
Cool superiority as a mask for overflowing insecurity.
Once, I had to drive Oliver to soccer, was ten minutes late, and learned that there had apparently been a misprint in the Bible on the Ten Commandments thing: Thou shalt not murder, thou shalt not commit adultery, thou shalt not be late to soccer. My father was so pissed, I practically had to get the lightning bolt surgically removed from my back.
Sometimes I’ve even wished there was a human pause button, where you could choose some point in your life where you could stay always.
I put the guitar back in the case. I can't even look at it anymore. Instead, I want to make brownies. I want an end result there's a recipe for. I want to combine eggs and water and oil and chocolate and flour and sugar and vanilla and get something fulfilling.
If letting go, if letting people and things work themselves out in the way that they needed to without your help was the most important thing, then it was also the hardest.
A lady I will be, but a man's accessory, his handbag, no thank you.
I will not be someone's ornament. I will not just be someone's honey, baby, sweetheart.
Summer, after all, is a time when wonderful things can happen to quiet people.
I've heard that people stand in bad situations because a relationship like that gets turned up by degrees. It is said that a frog will jump out of a pot of boiling water. Place him in a pot and turn it up a little at a time, and he will stay until he is boiled to death. Us frogs understand this.
Bliss is the ocean, a towel on the sand, the sun out, the chance to swim in waves or walk dragging a stick behind you, a good book, a cold drink.
Things that came apart could be put together again, but never exactly the same.
Too often in my life, love has been defined as "humiliation with occasional roses".
It can be exhausting eating a meal cooked by a man.
With a woman, it's, Ho hum, pass the beans. A guy, you have to act like he just built the Taj Mahal.
The magic of purpose and of love in its purest form.
Not televison love, with its glare and hollow and sequined glint; not sex and allure, all high shoes and high drama, everything both too small and in too much excess, but just love. Love like rain, like the smell of a tangerine, like a surprise found in your pocket.
A drop of poison on that gathering snow.
That moment in the fairy tale when we know what just happened but the princess doesn’t.
So I put up with bad behavior in the name of loving the way I thought you were supposed to love.
Accents are funny in that they have this odd draw for us, yet we forget we have one, too. No one is without an accent, but the one you’ve got seems like oatmeal to their caviar.
Anyway, madness and genius. They're the disturbed pals of the human condition. The Bonnie and Clyde, the Thelma and Louise, the baking soda and vinegar. Insanity just walks alongside the brilliant like some creepy, insistent shadow.
A lot of life is just surviving what happens.
Sometimes you're sure dogs have some secret, superior intelligence, and other times you know they're only their simple, goofy selves.
Sometimes good choices are really bad ones, wrapped up in so much fear you can't even see straight.
I shouldn't have to be a liar to make someone love me.
I shouldn't be so afraid of losing someone that I'll do anything to make them stay.
She would bring you some great book because she was a book matchmaker, because she loved books the way other girls loved clothes.
This is what happens when nice people are pushed too far.
We give too many chances, and so when we've finally had enough, we are well and truly done. When a nice person shuts a door on you, it's shut for good.
I've wished for things and never really had the chance.
..It's time to stop dreaming and do something about it. You've got to know what you want, then...go.
It's shocking the things we call love.
They never told you that stranger might be someone you knew.
I guess forgiveness, like happiness, isn’t a final destination.
You don’t one day get there and get to stay.
When what you want is a relationship, and not a person, get a dog.
Stories took twists and turns down fairy-tale paths or down very human everyday ones. You think you’re at the end of the book, and it’s only the end of a chapter.
But sometimes, too, you have this little feeling of knowing, this fuzzy, gnawing sense that someone will become a major something in your life. You just know that theirs will be a life you will enter and become a part of.