Quotes About Relationships

I'm not beautiful either. But I've been loved. I know love and I can tell you, you don't have to be a beauty to feel passion. Sometimes it helps if you're not. I wonder if you know that already.

He loved her for being so beautiful, and he hated her for it. He loved how she put shiny stuff on her lips for him, and he also reviled her for it. He wanted her to walk home alone, and he wanted to run after her and grab her up before she could take another step.

Why does he have to be my boyfriend? Are you inferior if you don't have a boyfriend? Why does everybody have to be in love with somebody?

You just have to let people love you in the way they can

Particularly beautiful people were like particularly funny-looking people, though. Once you know them you mostly forgot about it.

Please believe him. Keep your heart open to him. He can make you happy. He has always loved you, and you once loved him with all your heart.

What you leave behind is the people you loved. You leave yourself in them.

If you ever meet a guy and you fall in love with him, but because of some weird genetic mutation he doesn't seem to return the feeling?... Wear that dress.

Love didn't necessarily look the way you expected it to.

It was frustrating when people loved you and took an interest in you and sometimes worried about you and personally cared what you did with yourself. Lena wished that love were something you could flip on and off. You could turn it on when you felt good bout yourself and worthy of it and generous enough to return it. You could clip it off when you needed to hide or self-destruct and had nothing at all to give. (Lena, 194)

But I know this. We're ready to move forward again in our way. Together or apart, no matter how far apart, we live in one another. We go on together.

She wasn't sure if he wanted more from her or if he wanted less. Maybe it was both. Maybe it was always both.

She cared about him too much, and he was a dangerous person to love. He wouldn't love her back.

She loved her mother and depended on her mother, and yet every single word her mother said annoyed her.

Can you make yourself love? Can you make yourself loved? -Lena Kaligaris

Every life I start with her, my original sin. I know myself through her.

It was probably good you couldn't flip the love switch because sometimes it was what you needed even if you didn't want it.

Love who you love while you have them. That's all you can do. Let them go when you must.

A part of her wanted to tell him she still loved him, and that even though this love was hopeless and long over, it still consumed her year after year. It was a tangled hairball of feelings and she couldn't pull forth any one strand.

Carmen was bad at loving. She loved too hard.

Sex could be a blissful communion,. But it could also be a weapon, and its absence, sometimes, was required for the establishment of peace.

Love is like war; easy to begin, hard to end.

There was one thing Bridget like about guys. They took insults well.

Looking back, it was the thing in his life that shamed him the most: the times he was purposefully, calculatingly mean to Alice. It was those moments, and there had been many of them, that indicated to him that he was not a good person. He got mad at her for many things, but it was always really for the same thing: that she possessed his love and he couldn't seem to get it back. She didn't deserve it, which was to say she deserved better