Mignon McLaughlin (June 6, 1913 – December 20, 1983) was an American journalist and author.
Men prefer brief praise, pitched high; women are satisfied with praise in a lower key, just so it goes on and on.
Neurotics are always looking for something new to overdo.
What we love about love is the fever, which marriage puts to bed and cures.
Love requires a willingness to die; marriage, a willingness to live.
Life is a mixed blessing, which we vainly try to unmix.
Neurosis is no worse than a bad cold; you ache all over, and it's made you a mess, but you won't die from it.
We semaphore from ship to ship, but they're sinking, too.
We have to call it "freedom": who'd want to die for "a lesser tyranny"
We wake in the night, to stereophonic silence.
There's no way to repay a mother's love, or lack of it.
It's wonderful to watch a pretty woman with character grow beautiful.
Likely as not, the child you can do the least with will do the most to make you proud.
We are never more self-righteous than when giving up what we should have shunned all along.
Hope is the feeling we have that the feeling we have is not permanent.
Many beautiful women have been made happy by their own beauty, but no intelligent woman has ever been made happy by her own intelligence.
Many marriages are simply working partnerships between businessmen and housekeepers.
My thoughts, I guess, are bitter; who but the bitter have thoughts?
It upsets women to be, or not to be, stared at hungrily.
We are seldom happy with what we now have, but would go to pieces if we lost any part of it.
The neurotic is always half-drowning in anxiety, and always being half-rescued.