Quotes About Relationships

Did he, in a way he was unable to articulate, actually like my strong will? Or did he mistake me for a typical woman, was he game to be my boyfriend not because I was Hillary and distinctly myself but because I possessed the standard feminine qualities that a college-educated man in the late 1960s might wish for? Did he not understand that I was special?

First," she said, "he's dull. He's not lively. Now, plenty of women marry dull men, but your Simon isn't kind, either, and that's a terrible combination. Marrying a man who's dull and nice is fine, or a man who's cruel but fascinating—some people have an appetite for that. But marrying a man who's ponderous and unkind is a recipe for unhappiness.

At last, after a minute or so, Bill said, "It's beyond me how anyone could have you as a daughter and not be bursting with pride.

So often, people let you down; so often, situations turn out disappointingly. But occasionally someone recognizes, acknowledges, your private and truest self.

And if I was looking at that, would I pick you out from everyone else and say, 'That's the most gorgeous woman I've ever seen'? If I'm being honest, no. But human beings aren't static images. We're dynamic and kinetic, and it's like I said before—right away, I wanted to talk to you, and every time I've talked to you since I've always wanted to keep talking to you.

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.

I thought how in the last few weeks, the idea of him had sometimes made me nervous but the reality of him always comforted me.

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

Because hot eventually gets boring, but funny never does.

You never know the nature of another couple's marriage, do you?

They only half-jokingly speculated about whether they were the last two single people from their high school class

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, so long as he devotes himself to you in return.

Really, we did not share a vocabulary that would allow for such a conversation; it was far too late to tell her anything.

Jesus never asked anyone to form a church, ordain priests, develop elaborate rituals and institutional cultures, and splinter into denominations. His two great requests were that we "love one another as I have loved you" and that we share bread and wine together as an open channel of that interabiding love.

One of the great benefits of being married is always having someone to tie one's tie.

Crafty Collins took up with him. You wouldn't have thought they had a thing in common. I mean, Crafty, he had enough upstairs. He wasn't stupid by many a long mile. But this Bates bloke, he was college educated and everything. Smart as a whip. Well, he

If I am secure in God's devotion, then I am free to love others without depending on them to meet my need for love.

If Dad can't come and see me then why can't I go and see him?" he asked. What could I say? "I think he's very busy getting settled in America. I'm sure he'll be in touch soon." But as time passed with no word Julian drew his own conclusions. "Dad's always telling people to love each other," he said to me one day, "but how come he doesn't love me?

I felt sorry for Yoko, who must have longed for her daughter, but at the same time I wondered whether John had made some kind of odd pact with her—I won't see my child until you see yours. It was the only explanation I could think of for his neglect of Julian.

It seemed to her that, except to marry, the women of Trastad feared men, except for their fathers, and brothers; and the fathers, brothers and husbands mistrusted all other men.

He had locked her out of his mind and out of his life. She could no longer get through to him, to make him feel the way she used to. He just wanted to forget about her and the way she played on his feelings — the same way she used to play on the guitar, he thought, remembering for a minute. He knew now just how badly she had played the guitar.

People may be the ruin of their own lives, but it's other people that get them started. -Mumma

Is it possible to love any human being without being torn limb from limb?

When a writer is born into a family, the family is finished.