Judith Viorst

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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
Collection: Friday
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the lives we lead are determined, for better and worse, by our loss experiences.
- Judith Viorst
Collection: Loss
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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
Collection: Baby
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I could tell it was going to be a terrible, horrible, no good, very bad day.
- Judith Viorst
Collection: Mom
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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
Collection: Sexy
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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
Collection: Growing Up
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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
Collection: Children
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Absence makes the heart grow frozen, not fonder.
- Judith Viorst
Collection: Heart
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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
Collection: Life
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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
Collection: Greatest Love
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Late birds get worms while early birds get tired.
- Judith Viorst
Collection: Tired
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Mid-grade readers don't have short attention spans, they just have low boredom tolerance.
- Judith Viorst
Collection: Boredom
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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
Collection: Friendship
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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
Collection: Song
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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
Collection: Sweet
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Suffering makes you deep. Travel makes you broad. In case I get my pick, I'd rather travel.
- Judith Viorst
Collection: Travel
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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
Collection: Mother
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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
Collection: Mother
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Passionate investment leaves us vulnerable to loss. And sometimes, no matter how clever we are, we must lose.
- Judith Viorst
Collection: Clever
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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
Collection: Mother
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Brevity may be the soul of wit, but not when someone's saying "I love you.
- Judith Viorst
Collection: Love You
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We cannot love others as others unless we possess suficient self-love, a love we learn from being loved in infancy.
- Judith Viorst
Collection: Self
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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
Collection: Order
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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
Collection: Love Is
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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
Collection: Girl
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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
Collection: Dream
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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
Collection: Running
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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
Collection: Children
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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
Collection: Self
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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
Collection: Marriage
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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
Collection: Love You
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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
Collection: Depressing
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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
Collection: Lying
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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
Collection: Mirrors
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No-fault guilt: This is when, instead of trying to figure out who's to blame, everyone pays.
- Judith Viorst
Collection: Guilt
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I don't intend to stop showing a little cleavage. Nor do I intend to stop flashing a little thigh.
- Judith Viorst
Collection: Age
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Our daily existence requires both closeness and distance, the wholeness of self, the wholeness of intimacy.
- Judith Viorst
Collection: Distance
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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
Collection: Mother
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[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
Collection: Mother
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Our mother gives us our earliest lessons in love- and its partner, hate. Our father-our "second other"-elaborates on them.
- Judith Viorst
Collection: Mother
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many of us are done with adolescence before we are done with adolescent love.
- Judith Viorst
Collection: Done
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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
Collection: True Love
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Some days are like that. Even in Australia.
- Judith Viorst
Collection: Australia
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I think I'll move to Australia.
- Judith Viorst
Collection: Moving
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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
Collection: Mother
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Living with golden fantasies of an endlessly nurtured infancy can be a neurotic refusal to grow up.
- Judith Viorst
Collection: Growing Up
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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
Collection: People