Quotes About Relationships

I am reminded that no matter how hard you try, you can never be more than twelve years old with your parents.

God, I wish he and I had been genuinely close as opposed to the Don't-they-look-nice-together-in-the-airbrushed-family-portrait close.

The less of a life, the more mail you need

Personne n'est émotionnellement vide.

But that's what family members are for. We crave them and need them not because we have so many shared experiences to talk about but because they know precisely which subjects to avoid.

But in that one little window of time, many lasting decisions were made. First, any love for my father that might have remained either in my mother's heart or my own - vaporized. Second, we knew for sure that Dad was unfixably nuts.

If you want to get close to somebody, you have to tell him or her something intimate about yourself. They'll tell you something intimate in return, and if you keep this going, maybe you'll end up in love.

To put that statistic into personal terms, make a list of the nineteen people closest to you: All but one will die. (This

Jennie never did reject me, however. Oh no. She loved me to the very end. Her love for me was more powerful than anything the Archibalds could undermine.

You could tell a lot about a person by meeting his brother.

She became particularly irritable toward me and Sandy. She would not allow us to approach her, let alone touch her, and she often broke into loud screams if we approached. She also became curiously incommunicative and ignored many of our efforts to sign to her. Lea and I knew well that chimpanzees become difficult when they reach puberty. And yet, we had managed to persuade ourselves that Jennie would be different. We felt we knew Jennie even better than we knew each other. We were wrong.

I feel more helpless with you than without you.

Probably there is nothing in human nature more resonant with charges than the flow of energy between two biologically alike bodies, one of which has lain in amniotic bliss inside the other, one of which has labored to give birth to the other. The materials are here for the deepest mutuality and the most painful estrangement.

The connections between and among women are the most feared, the most problematic, and the most potentially transforming force on the planet.

Falling in love is so hard on the knees.

Too few rejoice at a friend's good fortune.

Married love between man and woman is bigger than oaths guarded by right of nature.

The so-called mother of the child isn't the child's begetter, but only a sort of nursing soil for the new-sown seed. The man, the one on top, is the true parent, while she, a stranger, foster's a stranger's sprout.

For somehow this is tyranny's disease, to trust no friends.

It is in the character of very few men to honor without envy a friend who has prospered.

For somehow this is tyranny's disease, to trust no friends.

He is not to be trusted as a friend who illtreats his own family.

Betray a friend, and you'll often find you have ruined yourself.

Whoever neglects old friends for the sake of new deserves what he gets if he loses both.