Quotes About Relationships

Sometimes people are beautiful.

Never let a fool kiss you or a kiss fool you.

Don't let a fool kiss you, or a kiss fool you.

In the sex-war thoughtlessness is the weapon of the male, vindictiveness of the female. —CYRIL CONNOLLY

You are rich in every way, and I am nothing but the reflection I see in your eyes.

He took my fingers in his, and for a long moment we remained still. Two old bodies linked together by our hands and by the thousands of tender words we no longer need to speak.

Knowing too much about other people puts you in their power, they have a claim on you, you are forced to understand their reasons for doing things and then you are weakened.

Women have curious ways of hurting someone else. They hurt themselves instead; or else they do it so the guy doesn't even know he's been hurt until much later. Then he finds out. Then his dick falls off.

I knew what love was supposed to be: obsession with undertones of nausea.

Nobody dies from the lack of sex. It's lack of love we die from.

I exist in two places, here and where you are.

What we share may be a lot like a traffic accident but we get one another. We are survivors of each other. We have been shark to one another, but also lifeboat. That counts for something.

Old lovers go the way of old photographs, bleaching out gradually as in a slow bath of acid: first the moles and pimples, then the shadings. Then the faces themselves, until nothing remains but the general outlines.

Cleverness is a quality a man likes to have in his wife as long as she is some distance away from him. Up close, he'll take kindness any day of the week, if there's nothing more alluring to be had.

No mother is ever, completely, a child's idea of what a mother should be, and I suppose it works the other way around as well. But despite everything, we didn't do too badly by one another, we did as well as most.

Maybe that's what love is, I thought: it's being pissed off.

Neither of us says the word love, not once. It would be tempting fate; it would be romance, bad luck.

You'd be surprised how quickly the mind goes soggy in the absence of other people. One person alone is not a full person: we exist in relation to others. I was one person: I risked becoming no person.

We are survivors, of each other. We have been shark to one another, but also lifeboat. That counts for something.

A man is just a woman's strategy for making other women.

She wasn't ready to settle down, she told her friends. That was one way of putting it. Another was would have been that she had not found anyone to settle down with. There had been several men in her life, but they hadn't been convincing. They'd been somewhat like her table - quickly acquired, brightened up a little, but temporary. The time for that kind of thing was running out, however. She was tired of renting.

Nevertheless, blood is thicker than water, as anyone knows who has tasted both.

Come away with me, he said, we will live on a desert island. I said, I am a desert island. It was not what he had in mind.

All I can hope for is a reconstruction: the way love feels is always only approximate.