Quotes About Relationships

Choose people who will lift you up. —Michelle Obama

It's important to tell the people you love how much you love them while they can hear you. —Meredith Grey

Reader, nothing is sweeter in this sad world than the sound of someone you love calling your name. —Kate DiCamillo, The Tale of Despereaux

That's why love stories don't have endings! They don't have endings because love doesn't end. —Richard Bach, The Bridge Across Forever: A True Love Story

If you love someone, set them free. If they come back they're yours; if they don't, they never were. —Richard Bach

Friendship is not possible between two women, one of whom is very well dressed.

That family glaze of common references, jokes, events, calamities-that sense of a family being like a kitchen midden layer upon layer of the things daily life is made of. The edifice that lovers build is by comparison delicate and one-dimensional.

It isn't always easy to bear your soul to perfect strangers, harder still, sometimes, to do so to loved ones.

What about Melissa?" I ask. "She's angry at you for ending things with her. Maybe this is her way of teaching you a lesson." "A total possibility. I'm definitely sweet and studly enough to drive a girl literally insane, wouldn't you say?" He flexes his biceps to be funny. "Can we please try to be serious here?

People are people,"..."You can fall in love with either sex- it's the *person* who makes the difference. His or her spectacular insides.

Find who's fun and smart and safe, and stick with them.

It is not enough to be loved by your mother. It is a good start, and you wouldn't want to do without, and it helps, but is not enough. You need also the love of your community, the love of friends and admirers, the love of strangers who don't know you but still wish you well, the love that comes from passion and from commitment and from someone who will never, never betray you and not just because they're related to you. You need more love. We all need more love.

Besides, this meant she was going to need wooing after all. He was delighted. Penn was a student of narrative and knew that lovers should be wooed, relationships fought for, that anything too easily won was soon lost or else not worth winning. He suspected she was worth winning

Penn was a student of narrative and knew that lovers should be wooed, relationships fought for, that anything too easily won was soon lost or else not worth winning.

But by the time those acquaintances became close friends, it was too late. Perhaps there was a perfect moment in between, when you were close enough to tell but not so close it was problematic that you hadn't done so already, but it was infinitesimal, too fleet and fleeting to pin down, visible not even in hindsight.

Feeling loved = being loved. That's all.

firm believer in knowing people by knowing what they read, holding their favorite words in your mouth, running curious fingers along the spines of their books.

It's nice when people have needs you can meet.

He knew what people wanted in a mate. All of them. Every one. So far as Sam could tell they may have found it in the damnedest places but everyone wanted the same things in a partner. Kind. Funny. Hot. Fun. Smart. And totally in love.

I failed eating, failed drinking, failed not cutting myself into shreds. Failed friendship. Failed sisterhood and daughterhood. Failed mirrors and scales and phone calls. Good thing I'm stable.

It's easier to floss with barbed wire than admit you like someone in middle school.

I failed eating, failed drinking, failed not cutting myself into shreds. Failed friendship. Failed sisterhood and daughterhood. Failed mirrors and scales and phone calls. Good thing I'm stable.

Daughters go into analysis hating their fathers and come out hating their mothers. They never come out hating themselves.

I want a man as nice as my retarded dog, but one that doesn't crap on the floor.