If ambitious fantasies make people blush, and sexual fantasies make people blush and feel guilty, fantasies of violence and death may make people blush and feel guilty-and frightened too. — 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
