Quotes About Relationships

Love is so fragile and so often fatal. I am amazed when people are brave enough to risk it.

Where is Prince Charming? What ever happened to happily ever after? Why is it that a man who is unhappy with a woman--a man who may neglect, abuse or abandon her--cannot bear to see her happy alone or with someone else? That manner of macho is decidedly unattractive.

Men give love because they want sex. Women give sex because they want love. That's the difference between men and women. Ever notice how when we talk about our love lives, it's always about a man? Singular. All most of us want is one good man. But when men talk, it's about women. Plural. They want as many as they can get.

Most men are not secure enough to love a woman who packs a gun, wears a badge, and can put people in jail. Unmarried policewomen tell me that the men with courage enough to ask for a date often prove to be weirdos with strange ideas, some of them relating to handcuffs and uniforms.

Everybody seems normal, till you get to know them.

Some day the marriageable age for women will be advanced from twenty to thirty, and the old maid line will be changed from thirty to forty. When that time comes there will be surprisingly few divorces. The husband of whom we dream at twenty is not at all the type of man who attracts us at thirty.

She said the reason that love is so painful is that it always amounts to two people wanting more than two people can give.

people liking you or not liking you is an accident and is to do with them and not you. That goes for love too, only more so.

Life was a bitch. Love also was a bitch.

There was I, devouring books and yet allowing a man who had never read a book to walk me home for a bit of harmless fumbling on the front steps.

Oh, love, what an unreasoning creature it grew to be.

I have some women friends but I prefer men. Don't trust women. There is a built-in competition between women.

In our village back home, marriages were always between people who had known each other their whole lives. And all the boys I had known were dead. So I thought I would never get married. I thought I could never marry someone I hadn't known from when I was a child.

It's not love's going hurts my days But that it went in little ways.

You are loved. If so, what else matters?

Parrots, tortoises and redwoods live a longer life than men do; Men a longer life than dogs do; Dogs a longer life than love does.

Nobody speaks to me. People fall in love with me, and annoy me and distress me and flatter me and excite me and—and all that sort of thing. But no one speaks to me. I sometimes think that no one can. Can you?

Unlike most people, I kept my mouth shut about the man I was living with.

Tis not love's going hurts my days, But that it went in little ways

But she was not made for any man, And she never will be all mine.

Thursday - 1892-1950 And if I loved you Wednesday, Well, what is that to you? I do not love you Thursday— So much is true. And why you come complaining Is more than I can see. I loved you Wednesday,—yes—but what Is that to me?

If I had loved you less or played you slyly I might have held you for a summer more

I love humanity but I hate people.

And what are you that, missing you, I should be kept awake As many nights as there are days With weeping for your sake? And what are you that, missing you, As many days as crawl I should be listening to the wind And looking at the wall? I know a man that's a braver man And twenty men as kind, And what are you, that you should be The one man in my mind? Yet women's ways are witless ways, As any sage will tell,— And what am I, that I should love So wisely and so well?