Quotes About Relationships

Is something the matter?" asked Hannah. "You're not your usual cheerful self." "I'm feeling kind of down," I said. "Did something happen?" "I like someone who doesn't like me," I said. I had thought of it as an approximation, but once I said it, it felt like the truth. •

Hungarian men are very interesting. They know how to say what you want to hear. They are very clever. But they do not mean these words. Five or six months later, when it is enough, then they will say the really awful things." Those words, "when it is enough," stayed with me for a long time.

Ivan pushed his paper cup in various directions, as if it were a king under check. He said that in Hungary people were more honest. If they thought you were doing something stupid, they let you know right away. Americans were polite and remote, as if there were bubbles separating everyone. "You can't tell if someone really likes you," he said. "You can't get close. There are all these blocks." "Blocks," I echoed.

Senin için, benim için ol­duÄŸundan daha zormuÅŸ gibi geldi hep." "Neden benim için daha zor olsun?" "Çünkü sen yaln?zs?n.

Part of the way of the world was that women had a tendency to go crazy. Men could bring out this tendency. But to blame the men was to take sides, to lose logic, to enter the craziness of the women—because the very content of the women's craziness was, in large part, the blameworthiness of the men.

I wondered why he had told me something so terrible about himself.

She must have been jealous," Zita said. "Of course, I hope she feels more secure now. I've moved on. I have a new boyfriend. I'm happy now." "That's great," I said, recognizing the rule that, once you had a new boyfriend, you were happy.

I had often flipped through a calendar wondering on which of the 366 days (counting February 29) I would die, but it had never once occurred to me to wonder whether I had already met the first person I would have sex with.

but I couldn't see him or talk to him because he didn't love me. I couldn't be with him for one minute, not even for the weird leftover hours that nobody else wanted, like from one to three a.m. on a Wednesday." "'In Turkey? You wouldn't have a nervous breakdown. You'd give them a nervous breakdown.' I forgave him for a lot when he said that. I forgave him for almost everything.

but even with Varenka, Koznyshev almost proposed to her when they were picking mushrooms. Koznyshev had therefore at least contemplated having sex with Varenka. There were no women in that book with whom nobody thought about having sex.

He left before she woke up—because of how disgusted he was by women's tears and prayers, "which change everything yet are really of no consequence." I thought about that a lot: about what she could have said that would have been of consequence.

A certain amount of volatility and drama can me healthy and keep things fun and interesting if you're willing at any moment during a fight to say, 'This means nothing. I love you, let's forget about it.

It's not how many friends you can count, it's how many of those you can count on.

There are four kinds of people to avoid in the world: the assholes, the asswipes, the ass-kissers, and those that just will shit all over you.

How often people come to us, children to parents, wives to husbands, friends to friends, trying to unload their burdens, and as we sit there listening, our minds and hearts are thousands of miles away. If we were completely present to each other, we would rightfully expect miracles to happen. To be completely present to others is to help them experience the personal love of God.

Culture preaches monogamy while Nature repeats it—over and over again.

Marriage is a lie—the most beautiful lie two people can share.

Homo homini lupus est. Man is wolf to man.

in regards to his mom and her new boyfriend] At least they never do it while I'm in the house, because that would make me quite literally barf my lentils.

Parents—especially step-parents—are sometimes a bit of a disappointment to their children. They don't fulfill the promise of their early years.

Parents are sometimes a bit of a disappointment to their children. They don't fulfill the promise of their early years.

One passes through the world knowing few, if any, of the important things about even the people with whom one has been from time to time in the closest intimacy.

Human relationships flourish and decay, quickly and silently, so that those concerned scarcely know how brittle, or how inflexible, the ties that bind them have become.

Women may show some discrimination about whom they sleep with, but they'll marry anybody.