429 Quotes by Deb Caletti

I didn’t walk over and talk to him, though, not then. If I needed the time for a tree branch to become just a tree branch again and the wind to become just the wind, then a boy, most of all, needed some time to be only a boy.

But, dear God, don’t listen to me. I’m an old lady in the middle of nowhere without a real toilet.

They call an abusive relationship a cycle of violence, when really it’s a cycle of hope. It’s a cycle of misguided optimism. One day that optimism is gone, if you’re lucky.

But an apology too – you think you’re giving something, but you’re not. You’re really asking for something. You’re asking for forgiveness, you’re asking for the other injured person to make it okay for you. Apologies were harder work for the person getting one than the person giving one.

A person who says “it’s your decision” is informing you that your decision sucks.

Grief is everywhere. It’s its own being. It walks beside you silently, jumps out at you meanly, pokes you awake at night. It makes tears roll down your cheeks at a blue sky.

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.

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.

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.