Quotes About Relationships

Of course, I didn't imagine then that I could have had a real relationship with any guy. I thought that by virtue of being me I was disqualified.

And it wasn't that you couldn't be friends with a married woman, but you weren't friends in the same way, she didn't have the same freedom i her schedule, especially not after she had children, and even before that, she didn't need you; you needed friendship, and friendship to her was auxiliary, extra.

I think my mother found her mother-in-law entertaining, and in a person who entertains us, there is much we forgive.

There was a way in which my grandmother's true self was not these guests' business; no one's true self was the business of more than a very small number of family members or close friends.

Why would I want to stew in my aloneness?" "Because you're scared." "What am I scared of?" "Getting hurt. Knowing another person really well and another person knowing you really well. Feelings you can't make fun of. Interactions that go on for long enough that they maybe turn a little awkward or a little tedious instead of ending after ten minutes with a zinger.

Could it be that Noah was one of those rare guys who didn't essentially dislike or mock women, and who also didn't ignore our existence, and who also didn't see us primarily as objects of lust? That he was weirdly, disarmingly fine with us?

When I think of Henry and Oliver and Mike, I feel as if they are three different models - templates, almost - and I wonder if they are the only three in the world: the man who is with you completely, the man who is with you but not with you, the man who will get as close to you as he can without ever becoming yours. It would be arrogant to claim no other dynamics exist just because I haven't experienced them, but I have to say that I can't imagine what they are. I hope that I am wrong.

All things being equal, why not be married to a rich man? (Somewhere, Hannah thinks, there must be a needlepoint pillow asking this very question in a cleverer way.)

He seemed simultaneously like a stranger and someone she knew extremely well; there was either an enormous amount to say or nothing at all.

Perhaps, as was often the case with human interactions, it meant nothing.

Right? Because hot eventually gets boring, but funny never does.

And the reason I'm telling you all this is that I want you to know no one in my life has ever made me feel worse about myself than you.

Dintre toate locurile prin care am fost in toata viata mea, Ault a fost spatial cu cea mai mare densitate de oameni de care ma puteam indragosti.

And how heartbreaking, because if it were all just a few degrees different, she is pretty sure they could be quite happy together.

There are two kinds of marriages: the ones where you're privy to how messy they are, and the ones where you're not.

Other people were so unsuccessful at fending off love! Members of Congress who had affairs with their aides, or students who I'd known in college, girls who as freshmen declared themselves lesbians, then graduated with boyfriends- to give in to such love represents, for them, a capitulation or a betrayal, yet apparently the pull was so strong that they couldn't resist. That was what I didn't understand, how people made the leap from not mattering in each others' lives to mattering.

A lesson I learned from Bill, a lesson that perhaps should be obvious, though there's evidence that most other people don't know it, either, is that direct and sincere compliments are shockingly effective—that they feel wonderful. What in theory should sound saccharine or manipulative rarely does in practice, so long as you believe the other person really means it. And we crave praise not, I think, because most of us are egomaniacal. It's because we're human.

But I always hoped a man would fall in love with me for my brain.

Liz had tried not to experience the doubly insulting sting of being excluded by a person she didn't care for.

I wonder if they are the only three in the world: the man who is with you completely, the man who is with you but not with you, the man who will get as close to you as he can without ever becoming yours.

There's a belief that to take care of someone else, or to let someone else take care of you—that both are inherently unfeminist. I don't agree. There's no shame in devoting yourself to another person, as long as he devotes himself to you in return." Within

There are two kinds of marriages," Barbara said. "The ones where you're privy to how messy they are, and the ones where you're not.

People recognized you or they didn't, and it was unrelated to knowing you. Knowing you could just be your name or the street you lived on, your father's job. Recognizing you was understanding you had thoughts in your head, finding the same things funny or excruciating, remembering what you'd said months or even years after you'd said

though as secrets went, this wasn't great. The kind I preferred were about specific people.