Quotes About Relationships

You can't change the way he feels," the doctor said. "But you can change the way you react to what he says and does. You have power over that, Madeleine. His emotions don't have to dictate your responses.

Nothing is solid; nothing is black and white. Love is fluid, and so is peace, without shape or edges, fresh water flowing from the river's mouth into the sea.

But her life on this earth had taught her this: that love, in the end, was all that mattered. Friends, families, suitors, husbands: Goodness abounded in all of them.

To quote Martin Buber, 'All real living is meeting.

Anthropology was the study of humanity. Susannah's interest lay in the way human beings related to each other and their environments at various periods of history.

He didn't want to think about the people in his life, the people who could make him feel the way he did inside right now. Sad and angry, and as though he had lost something he couldn't quite name.

With all our gifts, all the love we have for one another, what went wrong? That's what I want to know. That one missing piece." "Life, Mom

A Gift from the Sea: "When you love someone, you don't love them the same way all the time…

He was so charming. Even Kate was charmed by him, only back then she had called it love. She had adored her dad—he could do no wrong.

You just said you love them, Susannah," Helen said finally. "So you must ask yourself: what are you willing to do for them?

I feel sorry for young people today who feel so alone that they have to mate with their first crush. It shocks me that so many young brides are pregnant at the alter. When you have kids late in life, you appreciate them more. They keep you young, and you see the world through better eyes. You can give your children a finer sense of values, too, because if you're lucky, you own values have improved with time.

Things are really fucked up right now. We hardly see each other anymore and when we do, we go to sleep on opposite sides of the bed

She had a thing for cocky assholes. When they expressed interest in her it seemed meaningful. When nice guys hit on her, she had trouble caring. 

She wanted him to be the sunshine to her clouds. She couldn't handle the idea that he had weather patterns of his own, and that he contained within himself the makings of a downpour and possibly even a monsoon.

She couldn't imagine ever having sex with Kevin again. The very idea repulsed her.

but lots of women have a soft spot for their first loves, remember.

I was willing to take being second best if it meant I could still . . . you know. Be with him.

Part of the job of being human is to consistently underestimate our effect on other people...

I now possessed a large number of varied and decidedly wonderful friends, whom I valued immeasurably. Through them I discovered what it was to love people. There was an art to it, I discovered, which was not really all that different from the love that is necessary in the making of art. It required the effort of always seeing them for themselves and not as I wished them to be, of always striving to see the truth of them.

It was in the spring that Josephine and I had first loved each other, or, at least, had first come into the full knowledge that we loved. I think that we must have loved each other all our lives, and that each succeeding spring was a word in the revelation of that love, not to be understood until, in the fullness of time, the whole sentence was written out in that most beautiful of all beautiful springs.

Make a little room in your plans for romance again, Anne, girl. All the degrees and scholarships in the world can't make up for the lack of it. ~Aunt Josephine to Anne in Anne Of Green Gables

I've always held that early marriage is a sure indication of second-rate goods that had to be sold in a hurry. - Martin Harris

What is it really like to be engaged? asked Anne curiously. Well, that all depends on who you're engaged to, answered Diana, with that maddening air of superior wisdom always assumed by those who are engaged over those who are not.

Hate is only love that has missed its way.