Quotes About Boundaries

sex is what you make it, and we have always made do. To assume sex must take place within touching distance seems, to me, limited thinking.

But I've learned in my life that not everything that happens needs to be talked about. Some things are better left alone.

got that when a person is rude and abusive to me, it's not about me at all. They can say something terrible to me or about me, but they're revealing themselves, not me. It has nothing to do with me. They're just showing me the landscape on the inside of themselves as they project it out onto somebody else. Does that make sense?

He'd once overheard his mom telling her best friend, Judy, "Almost everything is easier to get into than it is to get out of.

My older relatives grabbed me and latched onto me, and I felt like they wanted something from me. Their love felt like a demand. Then I let go and they pinched my cheeks and kissed them, and it only made me feel drained, like I had all the love and they only wanted to refill their tanks by taking some of mine.

You can't make somebody leave and you can't make them stay.

She said we'll let people abuse us as much as we're willing to abuse ourselves. But once they start treating us worse than we treat ourselves, then we know they have to go.

She stopped herself. He wasn't a boy. A time comes in the life of a mother and son when that kind of mothering crosses the line into critical behavior. At age thirty he could eat and talk in any way he saw fit.

Because you can't control other people. You can't be responsible for somebody else.

Maybe because if we cared that much about everything, all the time, all at the same time like that, we'd die of exhaustion. We'd have no time or energy left to run our own lives.

can't make the world alcohol-free, and I wouldn't try. Those are things I can't control. But I control my home. And when I walk into the dining room or the kitchen and find an open bottle of booze in my living space, that's over the line. It has nothing to do with judging anybody else. I just know how I want to live in my own home.

We all live inside the terrible engine of authority, and it grinds and shrieks and burns so that no one will say: lines on maps are silly.

To touch a person...to sleep with a person...is to become a pioneer," she whispered then, "a frontiersman at the edge of their private world, the strange, incomprehensible world of their interior, filled with customs you could never imitate, a language which sounds like your own but is really totally foreign, knowable only to them.

Forests have secrets,' he said gently. 'It's practically what they're for. To hide things. To separate one world from another.

Is it really a cage if it's the size of the world?" "Yes," said Emily, Charlotte, and Anne together, rather more loudly than any of them expected.

That is the trouble with standing up to people, of course. Once you start doing it, you can hardly stop.

You can't kiss a girl into anything.

Your past's a private matter, sweetheart. You just keep it locked up in a box where it can't hurt anyone.

Mira, he supposed, had always lived in her own head and allowed others to visit once in a while. With advance notice. And extensive decontamination protocols.

A house is a kind of box you put a girl in.

Thing is, just because you make a body shiver don't make it yours.

No one is a cup for another to drink from.

She is my wife and I am her own and you were not invited. Leave us alone.

I am not a doormat. I get to decide what I will or won't do in this life, nobody else, and, no matter how cute Marley Hayes might be, he doesn't get to boss me around. (Lexie)