Judi Quotes

Always be a first rate version of yourself and not a second rate version of someone else.

Our finger prints don't fade from the lives we touch.

My only advice is to stay aware, listen carefully, and yell for help if you need it.

Let children read whatever they want and then talk about it with them. If parents and kids can talk together, we won't have as much censorship because we won't have as much fear.

For it was not into my ear you whispered, but into my heart. It was not my lips you kissed, but my soul.

Beauty fades, dumb is forever.

That's not a bad word...hate and war are bad words, but fuck isn't.

[I]t's not just the books under fire now that worry me. It is the books that will never be written. The books that will never be read. And all due to the fear of censorship. As always, young readers will be the real losers.

The truth will make you odd.

You know what I hate? The outdoors. I mean, generally. I don't like outside. I'm an inside person. I'm all about refrigeration and indoor plumbing and Judge Judy.

Not everything has to have a point. Some things just are.

Snoring keeps the monsters away.

some changes happen deep down inside of you. And the truth is, only you know about them. Maybe that's the way it's supposed to be.

In the silence of night I have often wished for just a few words of love from one man, rather than the applause of thousands of people.

How strange when an illusion dies. It's as though you've lost a child.

My mother always told me I wouldn't amount to anything because I procrastinate. I said, 'Just wait.

You've never been in love," she said. "You don't understand." "If being in love means giving up your freedom, not to mention your opportunities," Caitlin said, "Then I haven't missed anything.

Like my mother said, you can't go back to holding hands

I've always taken 'The Wizard of Oz' very seriously, you know. I believe in the idea of the rainbow. And I've spent my entire life trying to get over it.

Each of us must confront our own fears, must come face to face with them. How we handle our fears will determine where we go with the rest of our lives. To experience adventure or to be limited by the fear of it.

We must, we must, we must increase our bust.

you can't deny they ever happened. You can't deny you ever loved them, love them still, even if loving them causes you pain

The best books come from someplace deep inside.... Become emotionally involved. If you don't care about your characters, your readers won't either.

Something will be offensive to someone in every book, so you've got to fight it.

Precious Child... nothing matters but the moment. There might be no tomorrow and even if there is, nobody gives a damn.

My ears are too beeg for my head. My head ees too beeg for my body. I am not a Siamese cat ... I AM A CHIHUAHUA!" -- Skippyjon Jones (In his very best Spanish accent)

Believe in yourself and you can achieve greatness in your life.

Fear is often disguised as moral outrage.

I love you, Michael Wagner.” “Forever?” he asked. “Forever,” I said.

It's much more entertaining to live books than to write them.

We are friends for life. When we’re together the years fall away. Isn’t that what matters? To have someone who can remember with you? To have someone who remembers how far you’ve come?

Without peanut butter, I might starve.

I look in the mirror through the eyes of the child that was me.

Things change…things happen…things you can’t even imagine when you’re young and full of hope.

If we didn't have the storms, we'd never get to play in the waves.

Librarians save lives: by handing the right book, at the right time, to a kid in need

Suddenly question number four popped into my mind. Have you thought about how this relationship will end?

She shook off the self-recrimination. What-ifs and could-have-beens were not the way to move forward. She knew that from experience.

If there was no New Orleans, America would just be a bunch of free people dying of boredom." -Judy Deck in an e-mail sent to Chris Rose

Censors never go after books unless kids already like them. I don’t even think they know to go after books until they know that children are interested in reading this book, therefore there must be something in it that’s wrong.

I can't let safety and security become the focus of my life.

What's the point of thinking about how it's going to end when it's just the beginning?

When the fighter steps into the ring, she knows deep in her heart when she looks out into the crowd that there are people who wish to see her fall. Win or loose the fighter...will always get back up again.

My name is Skippito Friskito. (clap-clap) I fear not a single bandito. (clap-clap) My manners are mellow, I'm sweet like the Jell-o, I get the job done, yes indeed-o. (clap-clap)

Having the freedom to read and the freedom to choose is one of the best gifts my parents ever gave me.

Grief has a taste, bitter and lingering, but so soft it sometimes disguises itself as sweetness.

If it doesn't make sense, it's usually not true.

It's not so much that I like him as a person God, but as a boy he's very handsome.

Judy, I read that you said your first memory was music. Music that fills up a home. And one day, suddenly the music could escape through a window. For the rest of your life, you had to chase it.

It's strange, but when it comes right down to it I never do fall apart--even when I'm sure I will.

Do you think you can wait - because I don't want you to stop loving me. I keep remembering us and how it was. I don't want to hurt you...not ever...

She wondered if all the firsts in her life would go by so quickly, and be forgotten just as quickly.

Few humans see fairies or hear their music, but many find fairy rings of dark grass, scattered with toadstools, left by their dancing feet.

I loved him like a fever. Then he left. He kicked through love like it was dust and he kept on walking.

Always be a first-rate version of yourself, instead of a second-rate version of somebody else.

Well, we have a whole new year ahead of us. And wouldn't it be wonderful if we could all be a little more gentle with each other, a little more loving, and have a little more empathy, and maybe, next year at this time we'd like each other a little more.

If you tell the truth, then you don't have to have a good memory

Eat it or wear it

I drove in last night,' he said. 'I couldn't sleep, it was too hot. So I went outside. I was feeling melancholy. Then I danced with a beautiful girl, and I felt better. What's your story?

In this age of censorship, I mourn the loss of books that will never be written, I mourn the voices that will be silenced-writers' voices, teachers' voices, students' voices-and all because of fear.

Little kids are amazing. They seem able to adjust to anything.

God did not call the qualified to serve Him: instead He qualified the called.

Life is a series of unlikely events, isn’t it? Hers certainly is. One unlikely event after another, adding up to a rich, complicated whole. And who knows what’s still to come?

Don't pee on my leg and tell me it's raining.

Aching familiar in a way that made me wish I was still eight. Eight was before death or divorce or heartbreak. Eight was just eight. Hot dogs and peanut butter, mosquito bites and splinters, bikes and boogie boards. Tangled hair, sunburned shoulders, Judy Blume, in bed by nine thirty.

Always be a first-rate version of yourself, instead of being a second-rate version of someone else.

Always be a first-rate version of yourself, instead of a second-rate version of someone else

You are the gold and Love is within your heart.

There is a difference between living the suffering and reading about it.

I wanted to tell him that I will never be sorry for loving him. That in a way I still do - that maybe I always will. I'll never regret one single thing we did together because what we had was very special. Maybe if we were ten years older it would have worked out differently. Maybe. I think it's just that I'm not ready for forever.

When a family breaks you don't hear the crack of the breaking. You don't hear a sound.

I knew that the deepest of tragedies was simple: to love, and not to be loved in return.

I understood the word 'swoon'. It felt that way, like 'sweep' and 'moon' and 'woo', all those words smashed together in one word that stood for that feeling, right then.

My insides still turn over when he looks at me that certain way.

My only advice is to stay aware, listen carefully, and yell for help if you need it. - Judy Blume

Rich people, thought Judy—she thought this then, and she thinks it now—generally become most enraged when they sense they’re about to be held accountable for their wrongs.

Why are we acting as if we're angry. Are we angry?

I like one hair, tuna fish, the smell of rain and things that are pink. I hate pimples, baked potatoes, when my mother's mad, and religious holidays.

I loved all the parts of him, even the ones I didn't understand.

A person without curiosity may as well be dead.

I made promises to you that I'm not sure I can keep. None of it has anything to do with you. It's just that I don't know what to do now. You must be thinking what a rotten person I am. Well, believe me, I'm thinking the same thing. I don't know how this happened or why. Maybe I can get over it. Do you think you can wait—because I don't want you to stop loving me. I keep remembering us and how it was. I don't want to hurt you … not ever …

Secrets are like plants. They can stay buried deep in the earth for a long time, but eventually they'll send up shoots and give themselves away. They have to. It's their nature. Just a tiny green stem at first. Which slowly, insidiously grows taller, stronger, unfolding itself, until there it is. A big fat secret, right in front of your face; a fully bloomed flower perfumed with the scent of deception.

Seriously, I’m totally weirded out by the girly nature of this conversation. And yet, it’s kinda like you’re growing up. Do you think Judy Blume made a book about adolescent vampires? Are You There God, It’s Me, Merit?” Mallory snorted, obviously pleased with herself.

For twas not into my ear you whispered, But into my heart. Twas not my lips you kissed, But my soul.

How can I give another part of myself to someone else, when I already have so little to give?

Are you there God? It’s me, Margaret. I just told my mother I want a bra. Please help me grow God. You know where.

As long as she loves me and I love her, what difference does religion make?

Anything could go wrong any day of the week. What’s the point of worrying in advance?

Twas not my lips you kissed But my soul

The point is, you need to distinguish between what honestly moves you and what the world is telling you should melt your heart. If something doesn’t reach you on a personal level, let it go. It’s hard enough dealing with everything that does.

But while I'd be their daughter, while I'd eat the roast and come home from dates and wash the dishes, I would also be myself. I would love my mother, but I'd never want to be her again. I would never be what someone else wanted me to be. I would never laugh at a joke I didn't think was funny. I would never tell another lie. I would be the truth-teller, starting today. That would be tough. But I was tougher.

If you can work anywhere, anytime, then pretty soon you're working everywhere all the time.

Thus they went along, Punch and Judy, attracting each other and repelling, as love must do if it is not to end up as calendar art or a pop tune.

Mom brought me some peanut butter cookies and a biography of Judy Garland. She told me she thought my problem was that I was too impatient, my fuse was too short, that I was only interested in instant gratification. I said, “Instant gratification takes too long.” The glib martyr.

I want you to know it was no big deal...those movies showing women screaming in labor are plain bullshit....there's nothing to it...you just push and push and finally the baby pops out...to tell you the truth I don't even rember that much about it except there was a very nice guy standing over me and every time a strong contraction started he gave me a whiff of gas...

I still get angry when older people assume that everyone in my generation, screws around. They're probably the same ones who think all kids use dope. It's true that we are more open than our parents but that just means we accept sex and talk about it. It doesn't mean we are all jumping into bed together.

Caitlyn isn't someone to get over. She's someone to come to terms with, the way you have to come to terms with your parents, your siblings. You can't deny they ever happened. You can't deny you ever loved them, love them still, even if loving them causes you pain.

Books have survived television, radio, talking pictures, circulars (early magazines), dailies (early newspapers), Punch and Judy shows, and Shakespeare's plays. They have survived World War II, the Hundred Years' War, the Black Death, and the fall of the Roman Empire. They even survived the Dark Ages, when almost no one could read and each book had to be copied by hand. They aren't going to be killed off by the Internet.

So repeat after me: I resolve to embrace my sexuality and my freedom to do with my body parts as I see fit. And I will learn about my body so I can take care of it and get the pleasure I deserve. I will share that information with anyone and everyone, and not police the usage of any vagina but my own. So help me Judy Blume.

As I look back over the other best friendships I've had that also ended, I wonder if, in addition to simply having a finite amount of time for such intimacy, we also have certain periods in our lives in which we seek out people who seem to embody the things we lack. Then, when we gain those things for ourselves, we no longer need that friend in the same way, which causes a serious dissonance in the relationship. Perhaps this is why these particular friendships burn so bright and then disappear so completely.