Quotes About Relationships

Once, when I was seven or eight, my mother said to me, as we sat on the last seat but one on the bus to the clinic or the shoe shop, that while it was true that books could change with the years just as much as people could, the difference was that whereas people would always drop you when they could no longer get any advantage or pleasure or interest or at least a good feeling from you, a book would never abandon you.

men can't help themselves, that's just the way they are made, but women in her view are actually not much better, and that's why love is something that one way or another always turns out badly.

I had always thought that the relationships we make strangers are the hardest and the relationships we have with family the easiest. For me the opposite had been true. The family I was born into was not really my family anymore, while the family I made for myself out of strangers was mine.

If they were not Indian, Devi was sure they'd be divorced.

C?s?toria cu cineva care nu îÈ›i înÈ›elege cultura, r?d?cinile, tradiÈ›iile nu va merge.

There is a song from this old movie called Arth where a man asks a woman, "You are smiling so much, there must be a deep pain that you're hiding." I wonder what your deep pains are and I wonder how I have failed you.

try not to sleep with our sister's husbands

The Golden Notebook

Love was not something that fell on a person out of a clear sky, but a warm affection that slowly grew from years of sharing life's toils.

What I think, Chatty says, is that if a man loves a woman more than a woman loves a man, then they're even.

I have written letters that are failures, but I have written few, I think, that are lies. Trying to reach a person means asking the same question over and over again: Is this the truth, or not? I begin this letter to you, then, in the western tradition. If I understand it, the western tradition is: Put your cards on the table.

When my mother died, my father's early widowhood gave him social cachet he would not have had if they had divorced. He was a bigger catch for the sorrow attached.

I think it was that love that I loved. That kind of involvement was reassuring; I felt it would extend to me, as well. That it did not or that it did, but only as much and no more, was confusing at first.

When the beer is gone, so are they -- flexing their cars on up the boulevard.

The neighborhood drug dealer kicks out his wife. He moves in a girlfriend and the wife finds out. The wife lets herself back into the house and steals a hundred thousand dollars that the drug dealer can't report missing. The drug dealer's wife goes to India, where she sends her husband a cable: The people here are poor so I gave them all your money.

he married the most beautiful woman he ever saw and learned the irrelevance of beauty.

We keep wanting people to be different.

She was many years older than my husband, running on the fumes of her beauty.

No one tells me better stories, he assured me. I was aware of the point at which a compliment becomes a trap, because you are expected to keep doing the thing you are praised for; resentment will follow when you stop.

Aren't we all, I thought, somebody's harvest?

Mi immaginavo noi due che cuocevamo le mele per Natale, quegli stupidi quadretti romantici alla Currier e Ives... pensavo per tutto il tempo: A volte quello che abbiamo passa per amore, quando invece avrei dovuto pensare: L'amore passa.

But then again a good person doesn't cheat, doesn't fuck around for sport. Good and bad, though, aren't mutually exclusive are they? At least she didn't, Laney rationalizes, at least she didn't pretend that what she had with John, with any of the men, was more than it was. Didn't fool herself into thinking she had any jurisdiction over their freedom. That the fucking had anything to do with

A little into it they fucked for a kid. Squeezed one out. Couple years later fucked for another. Now she's here. One more broad in a big-ass truck with the ring, the two kids, the latest cell phone.

I love and am loved, fully and freely, nothing expected, more than enough received.