#arguments

The silence is the worst part of any fight, because it's made up of all the things we wish we could say, if only we had the guts. ↗

— Pete Wentz

#fighting #fights #gray #love #pete-wentz

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

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

— Franny Billingsley

#humor #humor

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