Quotes About Relationships

Because by now Elinor had understood this, too: A longing for books was nothing compared with what you could feel for human beings. The books told you about that feeling. The books spoke of love, and it was wonderful to listen to them, but they were no substitute for love itself. They couldn't kiss her like Meggie, they couldn't hug her like Resa, they couldn't laugh like Mortimer. Poor books, poor Elinor.

Nobody loves only once.

A longing for books [is] nothing compared with what you [can] feel for human beings. The books [tell] you about that feeling. The books [speak] of love, and it [is] wonderful to listen to them, but they [are] no substitute for love itself.

Secrets... nothing eats away at love faster.

Where did the love come from? What was it made of?

Love makes cowards of us all.

There it was, that familiar fear, love's terrible price.

It had always been a myth that it was those who loved you who could see through you. It was those you feared who could see through you most clearly.

Love is always a prison.

Sometimes Fox thought all the men she knew had the dreams and wishes of nine-year-old boys—at least all the men she liked.

Maybe love bore fruit even more poisonous than fear.

And that everyone has to find their own path, even brothers.

She'd fallen in love with the wrong boy. But when did love ever bother about that?

Loving someone merely meant pain. Nothing but pain.

To never let the other forget who they are—love is also about that.

Oh yes, he was an idiot. He'd always been frightened by how much he needed her. And now it was too late.

You make peace with one sister only to declare war on the other. It's always like that with peace, isn't it? Always to someone's detriment, already sowing the seed for the next war.

Es mejor tener mil enemigos fuera de casa que uno dentro. Proverbio árabe

Too late had she realized what he was sowing in her. Love. Worst of all poisons.

O ja, auch das hatte Elinor inzwischen begriffen: dass die Sehnsucht nach Büchern nichts war im Vergleich zu der Sehnsucht, die man nach Menschen haben konnte. Die Bücher erzählten von der Liebe, und es war wunderbar, ihnen zu lauschen, aber sie konnten nicht ersetzen, wovon sie erzählten.

But nine years are a long time, and Meggie saw how careful they were with each other, like people on a narrow bridge crossing a wide, wide void.

So he had thrust her out of his heart as he always did with anyone who tried to stay there too long.

What a terrible weapon love could be. Was any knife sharper?

She did sometimes fear she might never again completely trust the touch or the smile of a man.