Our mother gives us our earliest lessons in love- and its partner, hate. Our father-our "second other"-elaborates on them. — Judith Viorst Copy Share Image
I could tell it was going to be a terrible, horrible, no good, very bad day. — Judith Viorst Copy Share Image
We have to divide mother love with our brothers and sisters. Our parents can help us cope with the loss of our… — Judith Viorst Copy Share Image
Craving that old sweet oneness yet dreading engulfment, wishing to be our mother's and yet be our own, we stormily swing from… — Judith Viorst Copy Share Image
My mother was a huge, huge reader. I think I picked up very early how precious it was to write things in… — Judith Viorst Copy Share Image
Our father presents an optional set of rhythms and responses for us to connect to. As a second home base, he makes… — Judith Viorst Copy Share Image
My mother would have been so crazy about my grandchildren. She was a fabulous grandmother, and she would have been absolutely crazed… — Judith Viorst Copy Share Image
The need to become a separate self is as urgent as the yearning to merge forever. And as long as we, not… — 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… — Judith Viorst Copy Share Image
For many men the denial of dependency on their mother is repeated in their subsequent relationships, sometimes by an absence of any… — 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… — Judith Viorst Copy Share Image
“Indeed, analyst Robert Bak calls orgasm "the perfect promise between love and death," the means by which we repatriate separation of mother… — Judith Viorst Copy Share Image
I always credited my mother with inspiring me to be a writer because she was such a passionate reader. She read poetry… — Judith Viorst Copy Share Image
If his mother was drowning and I was drowning and he had to choose one of us to save, He says he'd… — Judith Viorst Copy Share Image
It has been a terrible, horrible, no good, very bad day. My mom says some days are like that. — Judith Viorst Copy Share Image
[On writing her first poem at age eight:] An ode to my dead mother and father, who were both alive and pretty… — Judith Viorst Copy Share Image
My mother was born in June and later, feeling a vacancy, chose her birth month for her middle name. Marry to marry,… — Judith Viorst Copy Share Image
Eventually we will learn that the loss of indivisible love is another of our necessary losses, that loving extends beyond the mother-child… — 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
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