Friendship for me is made from a tapestry of personalities, each of whom shares a part of all I care about. Jacquelyn Mitchard More Quotes by Jacquelyn Mitchard More Quotes From Jacquelyn Mitchard It's faith that really takes the courage, the belief in things unseen. Jacquelyn Mitchard unseen belief spiritual Cats regard people as warm-blooded furniture. Jacquelyn Mitchard cat pet people I do a great deal of research. I don’t want anyone to say, ‘That could not have happened.’ It may be fiction, but it has to be true. Jacquelyn Mitchard research may fiction You'll never regret eating blueberries or working up a sweat. Jacquelyn Mitchard sweat regret eating Work is a slice of your life. It's not the entire pizza. Jacquelyn Mitchard pizza life The ideal structure for a family is one that remains so. Jacquelyn Mitchard remains ideals structure Nothing better for the hormones and worse for the heart than the right boy at the right time. Jacquelyn Mitchard hormones heart boys Feelings change fast when you're a teenager. Jacquelyn Mitchard feelings-change teenager feelings When someone you love that much leaves you behind there isn't as much of you left to die when your own time comes. Jacquelyn Mitchard someone-you-love dies behinds our sons and daughters are only passing through. ... If we are lucky, they always will consider our home their harbor, but they are headed out to the open sea, almost from the first. Jacquelyn Mitchard daughter home children Being wanted is the tender heel of everything human. Jacquelyn Mitchard heels humans wanted Here is how it is for women. We become our schedules. That starts to feel good. Then it starts to feel necessary. Then it starts to feel like everything. Jacquelyn Mitchard women feel-good time Anybody can become a widow. There aren't any special qualifications. It happens in less time than it takes to draw a breath. It doesn't require the planning, for example, that it takes to become a wife or a mother or any of the other ritual roles of womanhood. Jacquelyn Mitchard wife special mother There's a strange sensation - you recall it from childhood - about sleeping in the afternoon. You rise into a different world from the one in which you lay down. The shadows have been rearranged. There's a sensation of sad sweetness, as if something has been overlooked. I used to feel it coming out of the movies just before dinnertime, after the matinee. How, I wondered, did Broadway actors face it, this bittersweet sense of time's slipping past. Jacquelyn Mitchard childhood sleep past
