We have to divide mother love with our brothers and sisters. Our parents can help us cope with the loss of our dream of absolute love. But they cannot make us believe that we haven't lost it. — Judith Viorst Copy Share Image
I actually sat down and started three Alexanders at the same time. Two of them went in the trash and got stomped on because… — Judith Viorst Copy Share Image
I don't intend to stop showing a little cleavage. Nor do I intend to stop flashing a little thigh. — Judith Viorst Copy Share Image
as we acquire new aches and new pains, our health care is, of necessity, being supplied by internists, cardiologists, dermatologists, podiatrists, urologists, periodontists, gynecologists… — Judith Viorst Copy Share Image
There is a time to separate from our mother. But unless we are ready to separate-unless we are ready to leave her and be… — Judith Viorst Copy Share Image
“I didn't really notice that he had a funny nose. And he certainly looked better all dressed up in fancy clothes. He's not nearly… — Judith Viorst Copy Share Image
I had lived with my mother in anger and love - I suppose most daughters do - but my children only knew her in… — Judith Viorst Copy Share Image
Love is when you realize that he's as sexy as Woody Allen, as smart as Jimmy Connors, as funny as Ralph Nader, as athletic… — Judith Viorst Copy Share Image
We will have to give up the hope that, if we try hard, we somehow will always do right by our children. The connection… — Judith Viorst Copy Share Image
Recognize joy when it arrives in the plain brown wrappings of everyday life. — Judith Viorst Copy Share Image
“Strength is the capacity to break a Hershey bar into four pieces with your bare hands - and then eat just one of the… — Judith Viorst Copy Share Image
The best I can do is, it's like a 'ding!' You're writing, and then something starts falling into place, and you hear or feel… — Judith Viorst Copy Share Image
Don't let anything sneak past you. Don't say, 'Well, oh, I'll take a picture and put it in my photograph album.' I notice it… — Judith Viorst Copy Share Image
