Explore Quotes by Judith Guest

I've never been one to tear the social fabric.

I'm glad I'm successful at it, because it's allowed me to live very well financially, and give my kids a lot of things. It's enabled me to do stuff that I otherwise wouldn't be able to do. But it's not who I am.

People who keep stiff upper lips find that it's damn hard to smile.

It's always obvious to me when someone is looking at me with an idea of who I am and hoping that that's the person I'm going to be. No matter how subtle it is, it's there, and you want to give them who they really want. But it ain't me.

It's true that every day away from work requires two more days to get back into it.

To have a reason to get up in the morning, it is necessary to have some kind of guiding principle. A belief of some kind

I notice when I'm on these trips, I read like mad. It's the only thing that seems to center me, bring me back to remembering who I am. Or forgetting who I am!

I can write for a long time on one novel and not get tired.

I am also working on a couple of short stories for anthologies. This is new to me and Im enjoying it.

I think living the blessed life is the luck of the draw.

With my friends, I don't feel pressure to be someone other than who I am.

Make notes—I’ve lost more material than I’ve ever written. Contrary to popular opinion, it’s not still up there in one’s brain. It’s in outer space and it ain’t coming back.

Haven't lost your sense of humor after all but your sense of identity is what seems to have been misplaced. No. Wrong. You don't lose what you never had.

Some people with awful cards can be successful because of how they deal with the tragedies they're handed, and that seems courageous to me.

Ours was not a political household, when I was growing up.

People that keep stiff upper lips find that it's hard to smile.

Two separate, distinct personalities, not separate at all, but inextricably bound, soul and body and mind, to each other, how did we get so far apart so fast?

And if you ever do a survey, you'll find that people prefer illusion to reality, ten to one. Twenty, even.

Sometimes you are being interviewed by someone and you think, if I knew this person they'd be my best friend. Other times you're being interviewed by a complete jerk.

Geez, if I could get through to you, kiddo, that depression is not sobbing and crying and giving vent, it is plain and simple reduction of feeling. Reduction, see? Of all feeling. People who keep stiff upper lips find that it's damn hard to smile.

For me being depressed means you can spend all day in bed, and still not get a good night's rest.