Quotes About Relationships

We know, for instance, that there is a direct, inverse relationship between frequency of family meals and social problems. Bluntly stated, members of families who eat together regularly are statistically less likely to stick up liquor stores, blow up meth labs, give birth to crack babies, commit suicide, or make donkey porn. If Little Timmy had just had more meatloaf, he might not have grown up to fill chest freezers with Cub Scout parts.

Love seems inevitable, necessary, as normal and as easy a process as respiration.

Laugh and the world laughs with you, snore and you sleep alone.

they say you can't really be in love with someone unless they love you too, don't they?

Do you think you help people because you are in love with them? Well, I've got news for you. You are never in love with anyone. You're only in love with your prejudiced and hopeful idea of that person. Take a minute to think about that: You are never in love with anyone, you're in love with your prejudiced idea of that person.

The trouble with your ideals is that if you live up to all of them, you become impossible to live with.

Loneliness is not cured by human company. Loneliness is cured by contact with reality.

For to love persons is to have died to the need for persons and to be utterly alone.

Negative feelings are in you, not in reality. So stop trying to change reality. That's crazy! Stop trying to change the other person.

But to depend on another psychologically—to depend on another emotionally—what does that imply? It means to depend on another human being for my happiness. Think about that. Because if you do, the next thing you will be doing, whether you're aware of it or not, is demanding that other people contribute to your happiness.

Here is a mistake that most people make in their relationships with others. They try to build a steady nesting place in the ever-moving stream of life.

Then say to this person, "I have no right to make any demands on you." In saying that, you will drop your expectation. "I have no right to make any demands on you. Oh, I'll protect myself from the consequences of your actions or your moods or whatever, but you can go right ahead and be what you choose to be. I have no right to make any demands on you.

You are never in love with anyone. You're only in love with your prejudiced and hopeful idea of that person.

There are none so distant that fate cannot bring them together.

All my life, he thinks, my best companions cannot speak the same language as me.

She has had two lovers. The first was a visiting scientist who never returned, and the second was a Canadian named John who scattered things—ties, coins, socks, breath mints—around any room he entered.

Men cluster to me like moths around a flame, and if their wings burn, I know I'm not to blame.

Toward midnight he sat in the Raney Playground swings with his broken, disloyal heart continuing to pump behind his ribs. Maybe fifty feet away his daughter was in her bed, reeling, thinking it out, a thousand betrayals and loves and resentments riding the synapses between brain and heart and back again.

He could not look at his daughter without feeling his heart turn over.

How much easier it would have been if he and Sandy could have fought: a skirmish in the night, some harsh words, some measure of the truth actually spoken aloud.

My God, there are none so distant that fate cannot bring them together.

They would not get closer to the truth that night. They watched a period of hockey in silence. Winkler insisted on doing the dishes. Herman insisted on driving him to the bus stop.

He thought of his year with Sandy in the house on Shadow Hill, how her eyes went to the windows, the silent desperation of everything they never said—gaps and absences in every conversation, the past circumscribing the present, the future hemming in the past.

Worse yet, adolescents will be sensitive to hurt puppies, to starving children in distant countries, to a friend with a problem. But not to us, their parents. They do take us totally for granted.