Quotes About Relationships

Blood is thinner than money.

It was love, after all, that rubbed the skins from their gray cheeks, crippled their fingers, snarled their hair, brown or dull gold. Hate would merely have smashed them.

I knew his hug was acting, but at that moment I didn't care. I really did feel almost as if he was my first boyfriend. It wasn't much, but it was something.

We miss you, Mom, though you were reviled to great profit in magazines and books for ruining your children – that would be us – by not loving them enough, by loving them too much, by wanting too much love from them, by some failure of love –

I'd never gone out with anyone because I'd never met anyone I might want to go out with. There seemed to be no way that could happen. Boys from the Wyle School were not possible: I'd gone through grade school with them, I'd seen them pick their noses, and some of them had been pants-wetters. You can't feel romantic with those images in your mind.

The times when she was away were hard for Jimmy. He worried about her, he longed for her, he resented her for not being there.

Free love," Aunt Beatrice said scornfully. "It's never free. There's always a price.

no matter what I do there's something hilarious about it. He wanted me to play Scrabble with him, and kiss him as if I meant it.

Girls of that age can be quite sadistic.

She lived with several men, but in each of the apartments there were always cardboard boxes, belonging to her, that she never got around to unpacking; just as well, because it was that much easier to move out. When she got past thirty she decided it might be nice to have a child, some time, later. She tried to figure out a way of doing this without becoming a mother.

She said gently that she wished he would talk more about his feelings. He said that if she had his feelings, she wouldn't want to talk about them either. This intrigued her. She was now more in love with him and more curious than ever.

But Molly didn't hate men. With men, Molly was a toad-kisser. she thought any toad could be turned into a prince if he was only kissed enough, by her. I was different. I knew a toad was a toad and would remain so. The thing was to find the most congenial among the toads and learn to appreciate their finer points. You had to develop an eye for warts. I called this compromise. Molly called it cynicism

Lucky in work, unlucky in love.

Before Octavia was born, I used to think that love bore some relation to merit and to beauty, but now I saw that this was not so.

She liked Christian names, she liked those who used them as a sign of easy inclusion and intimacy, but to her the use of a name remained a proclamation, an action, an event. She was not accustomed to names.

I look back now with some anguish to each touch and glance, to every changing conjunction of limbs and heads and hands. I have lived it over every day for so long now that I am in danger of forgetting the true shape of how it was, because each time I go over it I wish that I had given a little more here or there, or at the very least said what was in my heart, so that he could have known how much it meant to me. But I was incapable, even when happy, of exposing myself thus far.

We are created to live life around a table in the taking and breaking, giving and sharing, knowing and being known. Bread welcomes us into the community for which our souls were made.

Todas queremos que nuestro enamorado sea amado por una mujer digna de él, pero jamás que sea más digna que nosotras. —Habladme de esta casa —dije—.

But the gods do not love. And so we

seek for that one person who can love us as we all long to be loved.

When we care about people, we care less about money, and when we care about money, we care less about people.

Indeed, there seems to be some evidence not only that all love is based on illusion — but that love positively requires illusion in order to endure.

It's a truism that love is blind; what's less obvious is just how much evidence it can ignore.

Having someone wonder where you are when you don't come home at night is a very old human need.