Pamela Meyer Quotes

No, Mom. I said fine." "It's just your tone." Ah, yes- the tone. The nasty traitor.

Ninety percent of the friction of daily life is caused by tone of voice.

In my own experience, I've found that it's very difficult to make peace with women. We tend to be competitive and feel angry.

Nice people with common sense do not make interesting characters. They only make good former spouses.

I'm somebody's ex-wife, and I did things that drove him nuts. And now I'm somebody's girlfriend, for many years, and I've got different things that drive him nuts.

I'll get to the force field of this hostility, why it's there, why the rage is in any of us, why the trash takes place, whether or not it's between me and a couple of hecklers in the audience or between this country and another nation, the rage.

In any group there is more or less tension between people, and there are complicities and affinities.

I was very interested in the relationship between the man who speaks and the woman who listens. I was drawn to the idea that the relationship between a man and a woman can be something like a war itself, very cruel and violent.

To communicate with each other, we got to get mad at each other sometimes.

I wish people who have trouble communicating would just shut up.

So many bad things happen in this world because people don't know how to express things.

You can be happy, or you can be right. If you want to be part of a couple and win every argument, you're in trouble.

Even married people have differences of opinion, I'm told.

I started to fight with the men. I raised my voice, and they started listening to me.

If you understand gender differences in what I call 'conversational style', you may not be able to prevent disagreements from arising, but you stand a better chance of preventing them from spiraling out of control.

To persons of spirit like ourselves the only happy marriage is that which is based on a firm foundation of almost incessant quarrelling.

That’s right. Get thee behind me, bitches. I don’t got no time for you. Ha! (Tabitha)

Don't let the door hit you where the good Lord split you.

...I said I was sorry.” “Be sorry, then. Just be sorry somewhere else.

In real life, it takes only one to make a quarrel.

Alex decided he’d had enough. He put down his knife. “All right,” he said. “You’ve made it pretty clear that you don’t want to work with me. Well, that’s fine. Because I don’t want to work with you either. And for what it’s worth, nobody would ever believe you were my mom because no mom would ever behave like you.” “Alex…,” Carver began. “Forget it! I’m going back to London. And if you’re Mr. Byrne asks why, you can tell him I didn’t like the jelly, so I went home to get some jam.

What about Gale?" "He's not a bad kisser either," I say shortly. "And it was okay with both of us? You kissing the other?" He asks. "No. It wasn't okay with either of you. But I wasn't asking your permission," I tell him. Peeta laughs again, coldly, dismissively. "Well, you're a piece of work, aren't you?

Who has never exploded in a fury does not know love either.

If you're right & I'm not, I'm going to be hell to live with, she said. So, you better think about that next time you want to be right.

When you see a married couple walking down the street, the one that's a few steps ahead is the one that's mad.