Quotes About Relationships

I, Deanna Lambert, belong to no one and no one belongs to me. I don't know what to do.

It was knowing someone else thought about me for more than one second, maybe thought about me when I wasn't there.

Sometimes I see the future and it's like I'm a blank. I mean I know what I'll look like, that I'll exist. But I don't know who I'll be or who will be with me. At least I know who I'm not and who won't be with me.

Is that the destiny of all friendships, no matter how good they are? To die out or fade away? To end?

I can be human to strangers and coworkers, just not to the people who actually care about me.

There are things I want to remember about Cameron Quick that I can't entirely, like the pajamas he wore when he used to sleep over, and his favorite cereal, or how it felt to hold his hand as we walked home from school in third grade. I want to remember exactly how we became friends in the first place, a definite starting line that I can visit again and again. He's a story I want to know from page one.

Just hearing their names pushes and pulls at you in a hundred ways, and when you try to define those hundred ways, describe them even to yourself, words are useless. If you had a lifetime to talk, there would still be things left unsaid.

Ethan didn't know anything about the fat girl, the Cootie Twin, the loner and reject. The only person who had ever picked Jennifer Harris was Cameron Quick, and sometimes when I was with Ethan I felt the smallest twinge of guilt, like being with him was a betrayal. The one thing that could never die or be buried was my loyalty to Cameron for everything he'd done for me and what we'd been through together, even if that loyalty was to a ghost.

At least you know what you want. I don't know what I want. Then he was quiet for a long time. We were almost home before he said, Just want to be with you. Like this. My heart sped up. I made a joke. That's probably not a viable career option. Yeah, he said, laughing a little. Probably not.

Why do you want to come in?' Because I'm lonely, I think. Why does anyone ever want to be with another person?

Can it really be love if we don't talk that much, don't see each other? Isn't love something that happens between people who spend time together and know each other's faults and take care of each other? ... In the end, I decide that the mark we've left on each other is the colour and shape of love. That's the unfinished business between us. Because love, love is never finished.

I decide that the mark we've left on each other is the color and shape of love. that's the unfinished business between us. Because love, love is never finished. It circles and circles, the memories out of order and not always complete.

Right now it's like we're three islands, and nothing but oceans between us.

If two or three of the most important people in your life are telling you something and you are resisting it with everything you have, there is a distinct possibly [sic] that what they are saying is true.

The story of women in antiquity should be told now, not only because it is a legitimate aspect of social history, but because the past illuminates contemporary problems in relationships between men and women. ... It is most significant to note the consistency with which some attitudes toward women and the roles women play in Western society have endured through the centuries.

I do not want leaving me to be easy.

Whether he loved her or not didn't change how she felt about him. She loved him independent and regardless of whether he loved her.

I wondered which was harder, in the end. The act of telling, or who you told it to. Or maybe if, when you finally got it out, the story was really all that mattered.

I had no illusions about love anymore. It came, it went, it left casualties or it didn't. People weren't meant to be together forever, regardless of what the songs say.

Sometimes, we just have to be happy with what people can offer us. Even if it's not what we want, at least it's something.

Because you can never go from going out to being friends, just like that. It's a lie. It's just something that people say they'll do to take the permanence out of a breakup. And someone always takes it to mean more than it does, and then is hurt even more when, inevitably, said 'friendly' relationship is still a major step down from the previous relationship, and it's like breaking up all over again. But messier.

Home wasn't a set house, or a single town on a map. It was wherever the people who loved you were, whenever you were together. Not a place, but a moment, and then another, building on each other like bricks to create a solid shelter that you take with you for your entire life, wherever you may go.

If you didn't love him, this never would have happened. But you did. And accepting that love and everything that followed it is part of letting it go.

I just thought to my self, all of a sudden, that we had something in common. A natural chemistry, if you will. And I had a feeling that something big was going to happen. To both of us. That we were, in fact, meant to be together.