#arguments

You can measure the happiness of a marriage by the number of scars that each partner carries on their tongues, earned from years of biting back angry words. ↗

— Elizabeth Gilbert

#family #marriage #relationships #family

When you feel like throwing rocks, make sure they're ones no one can throw back. ↗

— Rebecca McKinsey

#boldness #humor #words #wordsmithing #humor

I want my time to be taken up by chores, errands, appointments, and arguments. In other words, I want to get married. ↗

— Jarod Kintz

#argue #arguments #chores #cynicism #desire

If you can't win by reason, go for volume. ↗

— Bill Watterson

#humor #loudness #reason #humor

This is what we do. Not so much argue as joust, in jest. We can't stop pushing and pulling the taffy of words and concepts. ↗

— Larry Duberstein

#friendship #ideal-relationship #love #lovers #relationships

Father sighed. “Please spare me these arguments of yours.” “Whose arguments should I use? ↗

— Franny Billingsley

#humor #humor

It's not about whether or not someone is a bigot, but whether or not the argument which that someone is arguing is worth being a bigot about. ↗

— Criss Jami

#arguments #bigot #bigotry #bigots #certainty

Clara shrugged and immediately knew her betrayal of Peter. In one easy movement she'd distanced herself from his bad behavior, even thought she herself was responsible for it. Just before everyone had arrived, she'd told Peter about her adventure with Gamache. Animated and excited she'd gabbled on about her box and the woods and the exhilarating climb up the ladder to the blind. But her wall of words hid from her a growing quietude. She failed to notice his silence, his distance, until it was too late and he'd retreated all the way to his icy island. She hated that place. From it he stood and stared, judged, and lobbed shards of sarcasm. 'You and your hero solve Jane's death?' 'I thought you'd be pleased,' she half lied. She actually hadn't thought at all, and if she had, she probably could have predicted his reaction. But since he was comfortably on his Inuk island, she'd retreat to hers, equipped with righteous indignation and warmed by moral certitude. She threw great logs of 'I'm right, you're an unfeeling bastard' onto the fire and felt secure and comforted. ↗

— Louise Penny

#relationships #self-righteousness #death

I'm sorry you don't like coming back here," her mother often said, to cap whatever petty dust-up they'd had. How could Emily explain: it wasn't her mother or Kersey she'd disowned, but her earlier self, that strange, ungrateful girl who strove to be first at everything and threw tantrums when she failed. ↗

— Stewart O'Nan

#arguments #coming-home #daughters #family #fights

Being snappy is a symptom of an argument we forgot to have some way back. ↗

— Alain de Botton

#arguments #snappiness #anger