Quotes About Relationships

If Death is your father, you don't ever have to worry about what part of his body the disease will strike next. If Death is your lover, you don't have to be afraid that he will ever leave you.

It seems impossible that you can love one person so much, no matter what happens, no matter what they do.

You have to make your own family, your own life.

All the things that girls feel they are not when they fear that if they become, if they are, they will no longer be loved by the sisters whose hearts they have not meant to break. And besides, if the sisters are gone and only the beloved remains with his dense curls and his lips, how safe are you then? You have to have him or you will die if the sisters are gone with their listening ears and their feet to rub and their bodies to dress and their shared loneliness.

Whatever love meant there was some version of it that I felt for Winter. And it didn't matter if he felt that for me or not or if it was real love or just my sadness about my dad that had turned into longing. Love, that elusive leading lady, plays too many parts to be typecast.

Why else were we here except to love?

Weetzie could not even cry and make Kleenex roses. She remembered the day her father, Charlie, had driven away in the smashed yellow T-bird, leaving her mother Brandy-Lynn clutching her flowered robe with one hand and an empty glass in the other, and leaving Weetzie holding her arms crossed over her chest that was taking its time to develope into anything

Alcuni posti, dove è avvenuto qualcosa di significativo, diventano sacri. L'amore produce una geografia sacrale del mondo.

Since there is nothing so well worth having as friends, never lose a chance to make them.

I think of it as creating a connection to ourselves, to the Divine, and to others in a more harmonious and intelligent way. Creating connection and presence with our relationships. - Amy Ippoliti

Pamela slipped her arm around Churchill's shoulders. "Try not to mind, darling. Americans don't mean to be beastly and offensive. They simply can't help it. They're like rude children playing at soldiers—they've no notion how deadly serious it all is.

After all, she told herself, if Todd preferred Jessica—and that certainly was how it looked—she would not stand in the way. She'd do the decent thing. Die.

He nodded and half smiled. Right-you're the hearts-and-flowers girl. Her cheeks warmed with anger. His smile didn't make up for his sarcasm. And you're the scorn-and-bile boy.

Jessica walked away from Aaron and Ken, flashing them both a big smile. They were both very attractive – she had dated each of them a number of times. In fact, not too long ago she had contemplated falling in love with Ken for lack of anything better to do.

Is Nicholas—or any guy?—worth the possibility of losing my sister?

Are you afraid no one loves you? Taryn looked serious. Because my mom says that people really do love each other. They just get confused sometimes and forget how to let each other know.

Because the people we love, who love us, are the ones who will forgive us later on when it all blows over.

Mrs. Wakefield was fond of Todd, but both she and her husband feared that Elizabeth might be tying herself down too early. In that sense they wished she were a bit more like Jessica, who changed boyfriends with alarming regularity. But the few times she'd tried to broach the subject to Elizabeth, her daughter had cut her off with a brief, Don't worry, Mom. I know what I'm doing.

But Bruce pushed her back ever so slightly. "In dancing, at least, the guy still takes the lead." His meaning wasn't lost on Jessica. She'd have to be less aggressive if she wanted to keep him interested. "Then I'll follow wherever you lead," she said with uncharacteristic submissiveness.

But Robin ...well, she's OK. We really don't have much in common, though. I get nervous around people who eat all the time.

Good thing you lost those two pounds, Jess," she told herself. "Dan wouldn't want to put his arms around a blimpo.

Winston studied Elizabeth affectionately. "That was nice of you. But Robin Ã¢â'¬Â¦ well, she's OK. We really don't have much in common, though. I get nervous around people who eat all the time.

A woman would have to be crazy to marry, or even have sex with, a man who would prosecute every lover's quarrel like a criminal case

I heard he went home to Poughkeepsie and moved back in with his mom.