429 Quotes by Deb Caletti

You never know what a day will bring, which is both the good news and band news of life.

When the story gets sad and terrible, when there are too many mistakes to count, hang on for the beautiful parts.

Maybe she could quit her big job of being responsible for everyone else’s feelings... She imagines it – letting go. Handing the heavy stuff back to the people it belongs to.

Nice is akin to not walking under ladders or stepping on cracks. It’s a superstitious hedging of bets. A part of you thinks your good behavior will ward off evil. Well, apparently that’s not true.

I guess I was inching and crawling my way toward Elizabeth Bennett’s words about unconditional love. That it was a dangerous thing without heavy doses of mutual respect.

Grief is everywhere. It’s its own being. It walks beside you silently, jumps out at you meanly; pokes you awake at night.

Nice can have an edge.

It was more work than it seemed, looking through a telescope, as the Earth was continually moving and you had to move along with it. You don’t realize how fast this acutally happens, and it’s kind of both creepy and wonderful when you stop to think about it. And it makes you realize there’s absolutely no way to avoid change. You can sit there and cross your arms and refuse it, but underneath you, things are still spinning away.

She doesn’t bother to tell him that he should not be sorry, that he is not responsible for any of those things. She doesn’t bother because they are both chronic apologizers, and chronic apologizers know that sorry is also just sorrow for the general state of the world.