Judith Viorst Quotes & Sayings

Infatuation is when you think he's as sexy as Robert Redford, as smart as Henry Kissinger, as noble as Ralph Nader, as funny as Woody Allen, and as athletic as Jimmy Conners. 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 as Henry Kissinger and nothing like Robert Redford - but you'll take him anyway. — Judith Viorst

The need to become a separate self is as urgent as the yearning to merge forever. And as long as we, not our mother, initiate parting, and as long as our mother remains reliably there, it seems possible to risk, and even to revel in, standing alone. — Judith Viorst

Our ego ideal is precious to us because it repairs a loss of our earlier childhood, the loss of our image of self as perfect and whole, the loss of a major portion of our infantile, limitless, ain't-I-wonderful narcissism which we had to give up in the face of compelling reality. Modified and reshaped into ethical goals and moral standards and a vision of what at our finest we might be, our dream of perfection lives on
our lost narcissism lives on
in our ego ideal. — Judith Viorst

Love is much nicer to be in than an automobile accident, a tight girdle, a higher tax bracket or a holding pattern over Philadelphia. — Judith Viorst

We grow because the clamorous, permanent presence of our children forces us to put their needs before ours. We grow because our love for our children urges us to change as nothing else in our lives has the power to do. We grow (if we're willing to grow, that is: not every parent is willing) because being a parent helps us stop being a child. — Judith Viorst

It has been a terrible, horrible, no good, very bad day. My mom says some days are like that. — Judith Viorst

Love is the same as like except you feel sexier. — Judith Viorst

Friends broaden our horizons. They serve as new models with whom we can identify. They allow us to be ourselves-and accept us that way. They enhance our self-esteem because they think we're okay, because we matter to them. And because they matter to us-for various reasons, at various levels of intensity-they enrich the quality of our emotional life. — Judith Viorst

Adolescence involves our nutty-desperate-ecstatic-rash psychological efforts to come to terms with new bodies and outrageous urges. — Judith Viorst

It is true love because when he is late for dinner and I know he must be either having an affair or lying dead in the middle of the street, I always hope he's dead. — Judith Viorst

Passionate investment leaves us vulnerable to loss. And sometimes, no matter how clever we are, we must lose. — Judith Viorst

There is no ache more Deadly than the striving to be oneself. - Yevgeniy Vinokurov — Judith Viorst

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

Suffering makes you deep. Travel makes you broad. In case I get my pick, I'd rather travel. — Judith Viorst

Our mother gives us our earliest lessons in love- and its partner, hate. Our father-our "second other"-elaborates on them. — Judith Viorst

A normal adolescent isn't a normal adolescent
if he acts normal. — Judith Viorst

Sun lighting a child's hair. A friend's embrace. Slow dancing in a safe and quiet place. The pleasures of an ordinary life. — Judith Viorst

Many of us are done with adolescence before we are done with adolescent love. — Judith Viorst

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 left-anything is better than separation. — Judith Viorst

I hope the next time you get a double-decker strawberry ice-cream cone the ice cream part falls off the cone and lands in Australia. — Judith Viorst

Close friends contribute to our personal growth. They also contribute to our personal pleasure, making the music sound sweeter, the wine taste richer, the laughter ring louder because they are there. — Judith Viorst

Our father presents an optional set of rhythms and responses for us to connect to. As a second home base, he makes it safer to roam. With him as an ally
a love
it is safer, too, to show that we're mad when we're mad at our mother. We can hate and not be abandoned, hate and still love. — Judith Viorst

Growing up means letting go of the dearest megalomaniacal dreams of our childhood. Growing up means knowing they can't be fulfilled. Growing up means gaining the wisdom and the skills to get what we want within the limitations imposed by reality - a reality which consists of diminished powers, restricted freedoms and, with the people we love, imperfect connections. — Judith Viorst

Strength is the capacity to break a chocolate bar into four pieces, and then eat just one of the pieces. — Judith Viorst

For some it takes a lifetime to find true love, But for the lucky ones a lifetime is merely enough to share the love they've found. — Judith Viorst

I don't intend to stop showing a little cleavage. Nor do I intend to stop flashing a little thigh. — Judith Viorst

Being in love is better than being in jail, a dentist's chair, or a holding pattern over Philadelphia, but not if he doesn't love you back. — Judith Viorst

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

There comes a time when we aren't allowed not to know. — Judith Viorst

We each are artists of the self, creating a collage -- a new and original work of art -- out of scraps and fragments of identifications. The people with whom we identify are, positively or negatively, always important to us. Our feelings toward them are, in some way, always intense. — Judith Viorst

Recognize joy when it arrives in the plain brown wrappings of everyday life. — Judith Viorst

Some days are like that. Even in Australia. — Judith Viorst

Our early lessons in love and our developmental history shape the expectations we bring into marriage. — Judith Viorst

READ! Books can be as delicious as hot-fudge sundaes, as funny as clowns, as exciting as a baseball game that's tied in the 9th inning, and as beautiful as the best sunset you ever saw. — Judith Viorst

In fact, I would like to propose that central to understanding our lives is understanding how we deal with loss. I would like to propose in this book that the people we are and the lives that we lead are determined, for better and worse, by our loss experiences. — Judith Viorst

But it's hard to be hip over thirty when everyone else is nineteen, when the last dance we learned was the Lindy, and the last we heard, girls who looked like Barbara Streisand were trying to do something about it. — Judith Viorst

We can glut ourselves with how-to-raise children information ... strive to become more mature and aware but none of this will spare us from the ... inevitability that some of the time we are going to fail our children. Because there is a big gap between knowing and doing. Because mature, aware people are imperfect too. Or because some current event in our life may so absorb or depress us that when our children need us we cannot come through. — Judith Viorst

We love as soon as we learn to distinguish a separate 'you' and 'me.' Love is our attempt to assuage the terror and isolation of that separateness. — Judith Viorst

We will have to give up the hope that, if we try hard, we somehow will always do right by our children. The connection is imperfect. We will sometimes do wrong. — Judith Viorst

Telling a lie is called wrong. Telling the truth is called right. Except when telling the truth is called bad manners and telling a lie is called polite. — Judith Viorst

It is true that the present is powerfully shaped by the past. But it is also true that ... insight at any age keeps us from singing the same sad songs again. — Judith Viorst

Somewhere slightly before or after the close of our second decade, we reach a momentous milestone
childhood's end. We have left asafe place and can't go home again. We have moved into a world where life isn't fair, where life is rarely what it should be. — Judith Viorst

Eventually we will learn that the loss of indivisible love is another of our necessary losses, that loving extends beyond the mother-child pair, that most of the love we receive in this world is love we will have to share
and that sharing begins at home, with our sibling rivals. — Judith Viorst

If his mother was drowning and I was drowning and he had to choose one of us to save, He says he'd save me. — Judith Viorst

A normal adolescent is so restless and twitchy and awkward that he can mange to injure his knee
not playing soccer, not playing football
but by falling off his chair in the middle of French class. — Judith Viorst

Mid-grade readers don't have short attention spans, they just have low boredom tolerance. — Judith Viorst

As we acquire new aches and new pains, our health care is, of necessity, being supplied by internists, cardiologists, dermatologists, podiatrists, urologists, periodontists, gynecologists and psychiatrists, from all of whom we want a second opinion. We want a second opinion that says, don't worry, you are going to live forever. — Judith Viorst

Lust is what keeps you wanting to do it even when you have no desire to be with each other. Love is what makes you want to be with each other even when you have no desire to do it. — Judith Viorst

It is the image in the mind that binds us to our lost treasures, but it is the loss that shapes the image. - Colette — Judith Viorst

Living with golden fantasies of an endlessly nurtured infancy can be a neurotic refusal to grow up. — Judith Viorst

No-fault guilt: This is when, instead of trying to figure out who's to blame, everyone pays. — Judith Viorst

I went to sleep with gum in my mouth and now there's gum in my hair and when I got out of bed this morning I tripped on the skateboard and by mistake I dropped my sweater in the sink while the water was running and I could tell it was going to be a terrible, horrible, no good, very bad day. — Judith Viorst

For many men the denial of dependency on their mother is repeated in their subsequent relationships, sometimes by an absence of any sexual interest in women, sometimes by a pattern of loving and leaving them. — Judith Viorst

Because we believe ourselves to be better parents than our parents, we expect to produce better children than they produced. — Judith Viorst

Absence makes the heart grow frozen, not fonder. — Judith Viorst

I think I'll move to Australia. — Judith Viorst

Late birds get worms while early birds get tired. — Judith Viorst

I had it together on Sunday.
By Monday at noon it had cracked.
On Tuesday debris
Was descending on me.
And by Wednesday no part was intact.
On Thursday I picked up some pieces.
On Friday I picked up the rest.
By Saturday, late,
It was almost set straight.
And on Sunday the world was impressed
With how well I had got it together. — Judith Viorst

There is a time in our life when we need to strut our stuff and groove on grandiosity, when we need to be viewed as remarkable and rare, when we need to exhibit ourself in front of a mirror that reflects our self-admiration, when we need a parent to function as that mirror. — Judith Viorst

When he is late for dinner and I know he must be either having an affair or lying dead in the street, I always hope he's dead. — Judith Viorst

Brevity may be the soul of wit, but not when someone's saying I love you. — Judith Viorst

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 as attractive as he seemed the other night.
So I think I'll just pretend that this glass slipper feels too tight. — Judith Viorst

Our daily existence requires both closeness and distance, the wholeness of self, the wholeness of intimacy. — Judith Viorst

We cannot love others as others unless we possess suficient self-love, a love we learn from being loved in infancy. — Judith Viorst

Control cannot be called conscience until we are able to take it inside us and make it our own, until
in spite of the fact that the wrongs we have done or imagined will never be punished or known
we nonetheless feel that the clutch in the stomach, that chill upon the soul, that self-inflicted misery called guilt. — Judith Viorst

One advantage of marriage is that, when you fall out of love with him or he falls out of love with you, it keeps you together until you fall in again. — Judith Viorst

Serious skeptics, true believers, and seekers of every stripe will want to read Mitch Horowitz's vibrant, probing, and richly researched account of the impact of the positive-thinking movement on every aspect of American life today. Filled with a cast of remarkable characters and many lively tales, One Simple Idea is a readable, responsible examination of the limits and possibilities of mind-power as a source of constructive transformation. — Judith Viorst

Craving that old sweet oneness yet dreading engulfment, wishing to be our mother's and yet be our own, we stormily swing from mood to mood, advancing and retreating-the quintessential model of two-mindedness. — Judith Viorst

We lost not only through death, but also by leaving and being left, by changing and letting go and moving on. And our losses include not only our separations and departures from those we love, but our conscious and unconscious losses of romantic dreams, impossible expectations, illusions of freedom and power, illusions of safety
and the loss of our own younger self, the self that thought it would always be unwrinkled and invulnerable and immortal. — Judith Viorst

Just as children, step by step, must separate from their parents, we will have to separate from them. And we will probably suffer ... from some degree of separation anxiety: because separation ends sweet symbiosis. Because separation reduces our power and control. Because separation makes us feel less needed, less important. And because separation exposes our children to danger. — Judith Viorst

Not listening is probably the commonest unkindness of married life, and one that creates - more devastatingly than an eternity of forgotten birthdays and misguided Christmas gifts - an atmosphere of not loving and not caring. — Judith Viorst

My mom says I'm her sugarplum.
My mom says I'm her lamb.
My mom says I'm completely perfect
Just the way I am.
My mom says I'm a super-special wonderful terrific little guy.
My mom just had another baby.
Why? — Judith Viorst

Losing is the price we pay for living. It is also the source of much of our growth and gain. — Judith Viorst

For we lose not only by death, but also by leaving and being left, by changing and letting go and moving on. — Judith Viorst

Strength is the capacity to break a Hershey bar into four pieces with your bare hands - and then eat just one of the pieces. — Judith Viorst

I could be such a wonderful wife to another wife's husband. — Judith Viorst

If we are the younger, we may envy the older. If we are the older, we may feel that the younger is always being indulged. In otherwords, no matter what position we hold in family order of birth, we can prove beyond a doubt that we're being gypped. — Judith Viorst

Superstition is foolish, childish, primitive and irrational, but how much does it cost you to knock on wood? — Judith Viorst

[On writing her first poem at age eight:] An ode to my dead mother and father, who were both alive and pretty pissed off. — Judith Viorst

We begin life with loss. We are cast from the womb without an apartment, a charge plate, a job or a car. We are sucking, sobbing, clinging, helpless babies. — Judith Viorst

You end up as you deserve. In old age you must put up with the face, the friends, the health, and the children you have earned. — Judith Viorst