Jennifer Weiner Quotes

I get very nervous when I have to take my wedding ring off.

You aren't going to leave me alone are you?

The pleasures of love are always in proportion to our fears.

Everything we do in life is based on fear, especially love.

Songwriting is the most terrifying thing to me, because you are really laying your heart out there.

There is that awful moment when you realize that you're falling in love. That should be the most joyful moment, and actually it's not. It's always a moment that's full of fear because you know, as night follows day, the joy is going to rapidly be followed by some pain or other. All the angst of a relationship.

Marriage is scary to me, man.

Kissing is kind of scary.

We do not know what love is. We know the symptoms of it, the pleasure, the pain, the fear, the anxiety and so on. We try to solve the symptoms, which becomes a wandering in darkness. We spend our days and nights in this, and it is soon over in death.

I was afraid people wouldn't take me seriously, or would stop respecting me, if I talked about how bad I was feeling. The only people I talked openly about it with was my business partner, Dave Jilk, and my girlfriend - now wife - Amy Batchelor. They were amazingly supportive, but even then, I was deeply ashamed about my weaknesses.

I think that any time you share a secret, you're a little nervous about people's reaction to it.

It's really hard for me to be open and be completely honest with a stranger.

I know I was known as a ladies man and all that, but even the thought of holding my heroine's hand made me break into a sweat.

You'll learn that the most worthwhile exercises are preceded by this very human phenomenon, fear. Marriage, parenthood, relationships.

Amos sipped his coffee. The faraway look on his face reminded me of my dad. “I don’t want to scare you.” “Too late.

Please stop looking at me, she thought, afraid of his eyes and terrified of her own heart.

but it's not safe and I can feel him slipping away, so I just get out one more sentence. "Stay with me." As the tendrils of sleep syrup pull me down, I hear him whisper a word back but I don't catch it.

Perhaps he was afraid as I was that we'd be caught. Or perhaps he was breathing me in just as I was letting him come into my lungs, my eyes, my heart.

Fear narrows the little entrance of our heart. It shrinks up our capacity to love. It freezes up our power to give ourselves.

I stand there, feeling broken and small, thousands of eyes trained on me.

I'd been running for years: there was nothing scarier, to me, than to just be still with someone. And yet, there on that dark road, going home, I was.

Tell me everything, I would say. All about the blues, and the time your heart was broken, and what scares you the most, and the thing you've always wanted to do but haven 't yet.

Whenever there's the experience of a broken heart, there's the experience of fear.

I had a very easy time loving an audience. But when it's one-on-one with somebody, all I wanted to do was run away, because maybe they're going to want something from me I can't give, or they're going to hurt me.

I'm a total wreck. Afraid to let anyone near. Afraid they'll see the real me.