Share
×
Inspirational Quotes
Authors
Professions
Topics
Tags
Quote
Those questions you have? Whether he's the one, whether you feel about him the way you should, or whether the relationship is going okay? When you're not sure whether you're in love with someone or not, the answer is not.
Deb Caletti
Share
Change background
T
T
T
Change font
Original
TAGS & TOPICS
Deb Caletti
Age: 61
Born: 1963
Born: June 16
Novelist
Writer
San Rafael
California
Sure
Whether
Someone
Feel
Questions
Feels
Okay
Going
Answer
Way
Relationship
Love
Answers
More quotes by Deb Caletti
Sometimes that´s all you need…, to know it´s not broken. To know you’re still whole and that you’ll heal.
Deb Caletti
I didn't walk over and talk to him, though, not then. If I needed the time for a tree branch to become just a tree branch again and the wind to become just the wind, then a boy, most of all, needed some time to be only a boy.
Deb Caletti
A drop of poison on that gathering snow. That moment in the fairy tale when we know what just happened but the princess doesn’t.
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
This is not to say I don’t feel my own grief, which can hit powerfully at unexpected times. It’s just that the telling does not automatically bring on my own upset, as people assume. I deal more with their reaction than they do with mine, and so you have to choose your timing.
Deb Caletti
All of my books come from something that I happen to be working out at a given point in my life. Its kind of self-therapy.
Deb Caletti
I don’t know why we do it. But sometimes we just swim straight for the net.
Deb Caletti
You take care of the people you love, but it’s true, too, that you take care of the things you own.
Deb Caletti
You could put your confusion and upset and worries into whatever book you were reading. You could sort of set them down in there, and you could come out with your head on a little straighter. I don't why stories worked that way, but they did.
Deb Caletti
The favorite game of temperamental people is Try to Guess Why I’m Ticked Off. (Contestant number one, Why do YOU think he’s pissed off? Why, I’m not sure, Bob, but I’m going to go with ‘Because I Left the Faucet Dripping.’ BEEP. I’m sorry, that’s incorrect. The correct answer is: ‘Because You Happen to Exist.’)
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
I was like a chocolate in a box, looking well behaved and perfect in place, all the while harboring a secret center.
Deb Caletti
Ive never met a popcorn ball I didnt like.
Deb Caletti
Maybe it was wrong, or maybe impossible, but I wanted the truth to be one thing. One solid thing.
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
Maybe I was being too picky. Maybe I didn't want to be close to anyone. Maybe I'd just be the type who couldn't feel love all the way or something. I couldn't tell what was wrong, but what was wrong was that it just wasn't right.
Deb Caletti
The way two people can end up in the same place, find each other in a crowd, and change their lives and the lives of the people around them forever... It makes you believe in fate. And fate gives love some authority. Like it's been stamped with approval from above, if you believe in above. A godly green light. Some destined significance.
Deb Caletti
But my apology was a thousand apologies.
Deb Caletti
Cars are all jammed up all along the road and a light turns red and someone honks. In every one of those cars there is a story or a hundred stories. For every light on in al of those huge city buildings there is a story. No one knows what I am about to face and no one knows my story and neither do I right then.
Deb Caletti
...we are all a volume on the shelf of the... library, a story unto ourselves, never possibly described with one word or even very accurately with thousands.
Deb Caletti