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I would have spoken, had my heart not been in my throat
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Deb Caletti
Age: 61
Born: 1963
Born: June 16
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San Rafael
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More quotes by Deb Caletti
I put the guitar back in the case. I can't even look at it anymore. Instead, I want to make brownies. I want an end result there's a recipe for. I want to combine eggs and water and oil and chocolate and flour and sugar and vanilla and get something fulfilling.
Deb Caletti
I felt a constant, low-flying desperation, the kind you feel when you are trying, trying, trying to get something you will never, ever get.
Deb Caletti
I kept trying to talk myself out of my second thoughts when they were trying to help me. My advice? When it comes to relationships, second thoughts should be promoted.
Deb Caletti
Maybe some people just had trouble with forever.
Deb Caletti
I was like a chocolate in a box, looking well behaved and perfect in place, all the while harboring a secret center.
Deb Caletti
Funny the only two times we use the phrase seeing someone are when we are referring to being in a a relationship or getting psychological help.
Deb Caletti
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.
Deb Caletti
What’s that about? Love must be more about power than we think, if even in its most intimate moment of expression we think about not being the one who risks the most.
Deb Caletti
You can hold a secret, hold it so far in that it drives nearly every thought and every move you make- your very heartbeat, almost.
Deb Caletti
The world was large, so large. Bigger than it had been before. Family, too, a bigger word. That felt like a good thing. An essential thing. There was power in numbers.
Deb Caletti
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.
Deb Caletti
Love. She looked at me with those blue eyes. Isn't it astonishing how confused and complicated such a small,simple word is? It attracts so many other things, doesn't it, that stick to it like barnacles on rock...fear, guilt. Need. You can't even see the rock anymore. I imagine love in its purest form is a rare thing.
Deb Caletti
Love seems to be something to approach with caution, as if you'd come across a wrapped box in the middle of the street and have no idea what it contains.
Deb Caletti
I was a book lover from the beginning. I loved, love, words and images and ideas, the ways a book can make you feel things deeply or help you understand something you never even knew there were words for.
Deb Caletti
But then there are the van Goghs and Hemingways and Mozarts, those who feel a hunger so deep, so far down, that greatness lies there too, nestled somewhere within it. Those who get their inner voice and direction from the cool mysterious insides of the moon, and not from the earth like the rest of us.
Deb Caletti
I've heard that people stand in bad situations because a relationship like that gets turned up by degrees. It is said that a frog will jump out of a pot of boiling water. Place him in a pot and turn it up a little at a time, and he will stay until he is boiled to death. Us frogs understand this.
Deb Caletti
Are you getting your period? She narrows her eyes. No! God. I hate that. I hate when every negative act is blamed on your period. Sometimes bitchiness is just bitchiness, happily unattached to anything hormonal. It should get full credit.
Deb Caletti
Sometimes you build up these walls, you build and you build and you build up these walls and you think they’re so strong, but then someone can come along and tip them over with only his fingers, or the weight of his breath.
Deb Caletti
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.
Deb Caletti
Accents are funny in that they have this odd draw for us, yet we forget we have one, too. No one is without an accent, but the one you’ve got seems like oatmeal to their caviar.
Deb Caletti