Deb Caletti Quotes

Hundreds,' Joe says. 'Hundreds and hundreds. But then again, I'm old.' So old, Jesus was in your math class,' I say. I crack myself up.

Darkness does this. It finds all the places you are hiding in. It finds all the things you are holding onto tightly and makes you let go.

You were a stone wall, a fort in high, unreachable trees, an island, my own island, that no boat could reach.

Like all kids with divorced parents, I have an abundance of holidays.

Yeah. When you want what's real and you try to find that in high school, you might as well be looking for a mossy rock beside a babbling brook on the corner of Sixth and Pine in downtown Seattle.

There are so many different fifteens. And eighteens. And forty-twos, for that matter. Mature fifteens and young fifteens and wise fifteens and lost fifteens. And angry fifteens.

We're as good at talking ourselves out of fear as into it, aren't we? Maybe better.

I may be nervous," I say. "Okay, I'm really glad you said that, because I just went to the back room to put on more deodorant." Sebastian says.

You look so good," I say, and s***! Oh god, that's not what I meant. S***! "It looks good. The book.

I began to learn the importance of lifting things up and looking underneath.

I mean it’s purposeful, even if we don’t realize it. The desire to put things in our path, to figure out how to finally leave the behind….

Being needed was a handy trick. It could fill you up so full you never even noticed all the places that were empty.

I'd always thought telling the truth to other people was hard, but maybe that was a snap compared to telling the truth to yourself. Sometimes we just refused to know what we knew.

My subconscious speaks in a foreign language.

Look right at it. Know you can." Dad said. "Look right at that fear. Fear is the biggest bullshitter.

Hurt is a weapon. Better weapon than most because it doesn't look like one.

She'd be one of those parents who left a kid behind at a rest stop, driving for miles before she noticed. We'd hear about her on the evening news.

Empathy took the edge off, and the truth is, we need our edge. Our edge is trying to speak to us, and we are too, too good at shutting it up.

It was all the things you could never understand and could never possess that made you ache.

so what brings you to the doctor today?" "hmm, im afraid i have the chronic desire to save people" "i know about that. i've got it too. maybe it's catching." "not catching enough

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.

Sometimes that´s all you need…, to know it´s not broken. To know you’re still whole and that you’ll heal.

I know parental embarrassment usually stops somewhere at fifteen, but he just kept on giving me good reasons.

she wonders if we feel more regret for the things we do or for the things we didn't do

It occurred to me then that a lot of life was either about wanting and not having, or having and not wanting.

I would have spoken, had my heart not been in my throat

You could care enough to keep a secret, but you could care enough to tell one, too.

Fear was the biggest bullshitter, he’d said. But sometimes, too, fear told the truth.

No, Mom. I said fine." "It's just your tone." Ah, yes- the tone. The nasty traitor.

But, dear God, don't listen to me. I'm an old lady in the middle of nowhere without a real toilet.

An untold story has a weight that can submerge you, sure as a sunken ship at the bottom of the ocean.

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.

I thought I might cry, the way you do when someone gives you some kindness when you most need it but when it seems the most surprising thing.

But my apology was a thousand apologies.

Running away can also be running to.

often enough, we owe our good fortune to someone else’s loss.

If you don't participate, you're just taking up oxygen. (Bunny)Life is a banquet. Approach it with hunger. (Chuck)

Maybe it was better to be who he thought I was than who I thought I was.

Knowledge is so comforting, but so is mystery.

Our memories and events in our lives are untidy things. We wish that we can file them away and shut the door, or wish the opposite - that they would stay forever.

Good can sit in the distance, just beyond your view, waiting, until you go toward it.

In a world of insanity, nothing is sacred. It's an insane world, nothing is sacred.

It was about the way a moment, a single moment, could change things and make you decide to try to be someone different.

If happiness shouldn't make you so miserable, misery shouldn't make you so happy.

I thought about him everyday until then. I started having these conversations with him in my head that you have when you meet someone you sense is going to be important in your life.

My most memorable teacher was Rich Campe, my third-grade teacher at Fairlands Elementary in Pleasanton, California.