Mary Calderone Quotes

Every role varies greatly, just as emotions vary greatly.

God loves each of us as if there were only one of us.

I love my kids as individuals, not as a herd, and I do have a herd of children: I have seven kids.

Even in the deepest love relationship - when lovers say 'I love you' to each other - we don't really know what we're saying, because language isn't equal to the complexity of human emotions.

The real lover of cats is one who demands a clearer adjustment to the universe than ordinary household platitudes provide; one who refuses to swallow the sentimental notion that all good people love dogs, children, and horses while all bad people dislike and are disliked by such.

It is difficult to love people; even when you do love them, it is difficult to know how - how to express it.

I think that every character, no matter how different they may be perceived, they all have their beautiful moments. All humans do. All people do.

Someone like Donald Trump can't control the way I show love to my brother. He can't control the way I feel about my neighbors.

Everyone's love story is going to be unique.

Love is very complicated and it's never black and white, as I'm sure we all know in our lives.

It's one-of-a-kind, because some people would die to have the family I do.

My grandpa didn't believe in hugging and kissing, or saying I love you. His love had to do with the way he treated you. When he said, We're going here, we're going there, he was telling me about life. That was his love for me. My love for him was listening to what he said, keeping out of trouble, doing right, being fair.

Pain is easy to write. In pain we're all happily individual. But what can one write about happiness?

For every child who wants to be accepted wholly and loved unconditionally, there are others who simply want to be accepted for who they are, even if they receive only a fraction of love. I don't think one cancels out the other. I don't believe that there is any right or wrong... we simply coexist.

How can the word love, the word life, even fit in the mouth?

It's really extraordinary what a variety of ways of loving there must be. We all do it as it was never done before.

Everybody's a multifaceted, emotional, living being, I think. Sometimes it's fun to goof around, sometimes you've got to think about things, sometimes you've got to be strange, and then you've got to be jiggly. That's just what being a human's all about.

Everybody is special. Everybody. Everybody is a hero, a lover, a fool, a villain. Everybody. Everybody has their story to tell.

We all desperately need love. If a spouse in a difficult marriage will learn the love language of that spouse, and they will, with the help of God, consistently speak their love language no matter how they are treated.

Even if one is neither vain nor self-obsessed, it is so extraordinary to be oneself - exactly oneself and no one else - and so unique, that it seems natural that one should also be unique for someone else.

Love takes many forms - it is up to you to choose which you wish to express.

Love for me is my North Star. It's the highest form of grace. And I love that there's different levels and different ways of showing it, and different representations of it. Whether it's love shown to a stranger, love to a sibling, your child, your parents, your partner.

I can't be you. You can't be me. You can imagine another well—but never quite perfectly, you know?

There will be no one like us when we are gone, but then there is no one like anyone else, ever. When people die, they cannot be replaced. They leave holes that cannot be filled, for it is the fate - the genetic and neural fate - of every human being to be a unique individual, to find his own path, to live his own life, to die his own death.

The lives of individuals of the human race form a constant plot, in which every attempt to isolate one piece of living that has a meaning separate from the rest-for example, the meeting of two people, which will become decisive for both-must bear in mind that each of the two brings with himself a texture of events, environments, other people, and that from the meeting, in turn, other stories will be derived which will break off from their common story.