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I love you with so much of my heart that none is left to protest.
Best line from Much Ado About Nothing <3
Raise baby to be an emotionally intelligent adult who makes good choices based on morals, ethics, desires, and kindness while teaching her boundaries and how to say no when she wants to say no, something she obviously hasn’t quite gotten the hang of.
No one is ever praised for their weaknesses. There are no awards for hanging in there. Doing the best that you can. Not making it to the summit.”
“Rarely is there much ado about nothing. And when there is, they created a whole play about it. Only the somethings get the ado. That’s the way of the world.”
Years could pass, a thousand compliments delivered, but one offhand, unkind comment thoughtlessly served could gnaw away at a person’s confidence for the rest of their life.
Cat was a lot of things. Independent. Stubborn. Easily annoyed. But embedded in her core was the cold, hard, unmovable fact that she could not abide a predator. Playground hierarchy, multilevel-marketing-leggings-selling neighbor, fake mental health camp, or, for that matter, intolerant bank. If a hostile takeover was involved, win or lose, Cat couldn’t help but fight for the underdog.
FAILURE IS A CHANCE TO BEGIN AGAIN.
“I’m just . . . I’m just trying to understand,” Cat said, reaching for Ginger’s hand to stop her from stripping her thumb’s cuticle off with her middle finger. She was a cuticle peeler from way back. It was one of a collection of nerve-shredding habits. Anything that flaked or had a grippable edge, Ginger would tug until it came loose in times of stress.
Cat wished she could soothe Bard with a hug or say the right, generous thing. That’s what she would have wanted. But loving someone wasn’t always about doing unto others as you’d have done unto you. Maybe love was as simple as showing up and doing what you don’t want to do.
Say it LOUDER!
You can be exquisitely insufferable for a basically nice person.”
She’d put herself on an island so that she wouldn’t be responsible for anyone she loved, so she wouldn’t let them down. She hadn’t realized that the tension of being asked for something could be a string tied with a bow of love.
Being a part of a group has its own ecosystem that outsiders can’t possibly understand. Math Bowl kids practice multiplication tables, while gamers fight imaginary wars with spaceships, neither understanding the allure of the other. Open the doors on any closed group, and suddenly what is accepted, even celebrated, becomes a point of shame.
