Mignon McLaughlin (June 6, 1913 – December 20, 1983) was an American journalist and author.
We welcome passion, for the mind is briefly let off duty.
A car is useless in New York, essential everywhere else. The same with good manners.
Even in the same family, one child will always instinctively know when to ask for things, and another won't.
A bore: one who knows as well as you do what he is going to say next.
Whenever we safely land in a plane, we promise God a little something.
It's wonderful to watch a pretty woman with character grow beautiful.
Neurotics dream of a good life, or a great suicide note.
We are all such a waste of our potential, like three-way lamps using one-way bulbs.
We lavish on animals the love we are afraid to show to people. They might not return it; or worse, they might.
The best work is done with the heart breaking, or overflowing.
So long as God reveals Himself, or doesn't, He is behaving like God.
Cash is the one gift everyone despises and no one turns down.
Some marriages break up, and some do not, and in our world you can usually explain the former better than the latter.
The neurotic believes that life has meaning, but that his life hasn't.
Neurotic quarrels always have the same theme-song: Hate me and get it over with.
Pull yourself together' is seldom said to anyone who can.
Luck: when your burst of energy doesn't run afoul of someone else's.
If your children spend most of their time in other people's houses, you're lucky; if they all congregate at your house, you're blessed.
Once you become self-conscious, there is no end to it; once you start to doubt, there is no room for anything else.
With men, as with women, the main struggle is between vanity and comfort; but with men, comfort often wins.