Deb Caletti Quotes

Marriage is like a well-built porch. If one of the two posts leans too much, the porch collapses. So each must be strong enough to stand on its own.

A person who says "it's your decision" is informing you that your decision sucks.

No one is ever quite as strong or as weak as you'd think.

One of the hardest tasks as a human being is knowing when to keep an open mind, and when not to.

Love can come when you're already who you are, when you're filled with you. Not when you look to someone else to fill the empty space.

It's hard to see clearly when your eyes are squinched tight out of fear.

You take care of the people you love, but it’s true, too, that you take care of the things you own.

You've got to say what you mean and mean what you say...Doubt in your voice is an open door people will shove right through.

Love is ease, love is comfort, love is support and respect. Love is not punishing or controlling. Love lets you grow and breathe. Love's passion is only good passion -- swirling-leaves-on-a-fall-day passion, a-sky-full-of-magnificent-stars passion -- not angst and anxiety. Love is not hurt and harm. Love is never unsafe. Love is sleeping like puzzle pieces. It's your own garden you protect; it's a field of wildflowers you move about in both freely and together.

They say religion is about love, but you wonder how much of it really is about fear.

This is what happens when nice people are pushed too far. We give too many chances, and so when we've finally had enough, we are well and truly done. When a nice person shuts a door on you, it's shut for good.

Too often in my life, love has been defined as "humiliation with occasional roses".

The loneliness you feel with another person, the wrong person, is the loneliest of all.

You have ordinary moments and ordinary moments and more ordinary moments, and then, suddenly, there is something monumental right there. You have past and future colliding in the present, your own personal Big Bang, and nothing will ever be the same.

It’s a simple truth that a secret is something you’re ashamed of.

The scariest part of forever is that nothing is.

We can get so wrapped up in our own misconceptions that we miss the simple beauty of the truth.

Things that came apart could be put together again, but never exactly the same.

I shouldn't have to be a liar to make someone love me. I shouldn't be so afraid of losing someone that I'll do anything to make them stay.

To an untrained eye, need and love were as easily mistaken for each other as the real master's painting and a forgery.

A lot of life is just surviving what happens.

Family was even a bigger word than I imagined, wide and without limitations, if you allowed it, defying easy definition. You had family that was supposed to be family and wasn't, family that wasn't family but was, halves becoming whole, wholes splitting into two; it was possible to lack whole, honest love and connection from family in lead roles, yet to be filled to abundance by the unexpected supporting players.

Blessed books—they’re a place to be alone, and no one else can come in.

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.

We are all a volume on a shelf of a library, a story unto ourselves, never possibly described with one word or even very accurately with thousands. A person is never as quiet or unrestrained as they seem, or as bad or good, as vulnerable or as strong, as sweet or as fiesty; we are thickly layered, page upon lying page, behind simple covers. And love - it is not the book itself, but the binding. It can rip us apart or hold us together.