Quotes About Relationships

I've had an exciting time I married for love and got a little money along with it.

They... threw themselves into the interests of the rest, but each plowed his or her own furrow. Their thoughts, their little passions and hopes and desires, all ran along separate lines. Family life is like this — animated, but collateral.

Travelling together is a great test, which has damaged many friendships and even honeymoons.

Denham looked at her aunt in speculative surprise. Funny, knowing a person for over a year and still thinking she couldn't let the sink get messy and discoloured.

The thing was not to get to know any of them, if possible. Once you know your neighbours, you are no longer free, you are all tangled up, you have to stop and speak when you are out and you never feel safe when you are in.

If only we all knew! By understanding the personalities, we are able to give words of encouragement to others that are sincere and authentic. We can get to know others, love them in the way they need to be loved, and help bring out their very best, at home, or at work.

As novices, we think we're entirely responsible for the way people treat us. I have long since learned that we are responsible only for the way we treat people.

This bugs me the worst. That's when the husband thinks that the wife knows where everything is, huh? Like they think the uterus is a tracking device. He comes in: "Hey, Roseanne! Roseanne! Do we have any Cheetos left?" Like he can't go over and lift up the sofa cushion himself.

I'm never going to get married again. Three strikes you're out. I think if I would try to get married again in California I have to go to prison don't I? I think you only get three.

The quickest way to a man's heart is through his chest.

If one does not love too much, one does not love enough

Screw you, John." "Sorry, Sylvie. Can't—they frown on that kind of thing between step-siblings.

Oh, and by the way, I sure thought about him a lot for someone I never wanted to see again.

Just FYI," I told Phin, "he was flirting with you." She looked at me, then at Mark's departing form. "Oh. That explains a lot. I'm good at a lot of things, but flirting isn't one of them. Especially with someone I find extremely attractive." "Here's a tip... Don't overthink it. It's more of an instinct than an intellect thing." "Right," she said. "Pheromones." With a sage nod, she followed Mark.

When Gigi woke me in the morning, my first thought wasn't about magic, or about Rhys or Shawn, or how much my romantic troubles were tied up in the mysteries of Bluestone Hill, or what that had to do with the ghosts, if anything. It was about my garden.

Oh, he'd be back all right! Giving her the last laugh before she moved out. And that was why she hadn't moved out yet. Just knowing she could, anytime she wanted to, made all the difference, of course. She'd just wait for him to succumb one more time, that was all. One more time -- proving to him that he still wanted her before she disappeared out of his life for good.

They looked into each other's faces; searching, renewing, re-evaluating. It was as if, without words, Rowena was saying: "I love you, and I have chosen you. There is room in our lives for other people too, now that we are sure of each other.

You write that you feel bored. You know, my dear, it's the same thing everywhere. I have nothing to do with anyone in Moscow. Sometimes that looks even strange: in so many years not to develop close friendships, but that depends on character.

All of them knew me, too. They knew that I had been a bad daughter and that my father had been a bad father, but that he had loved me all the same, as I loved him."21 This was the one fact she had to hold on to, as if, were she to let go of this belief, she would disappear. Once she said, "It was as though my father were at the center of a black circle and anyone who ventured inside vanished or was destroyed in one way or another.

Svetlana's responses to her mother would always swing, unresolved, between sentimental idealizations and bitter anger.

He loved me and didn't want me hurt. What was worse, he didn't even understand that I had the right to be hurt.

Do not be doing that for me," Osca said, "for if it were you lying there, and I standing over you, do you think it's one tear I'd be weeping for you?" "I know well enough that you would not, for Dearmid O'Dyna stands between us even now," said Finn, "But as for me, I will weep for whom I choose to weep for!

She was wonderful; no mother could have been more wonderful. But ever after, she demanded that I should not forget it, nor cease to be grateful, nor hold an opinion different from her own, nor even, as I grew older, feel the need for any companionship but hers.

We don't heal in isolation. We just get worse.