Quotes About Relationships

We ran to the bedroom and found Gloria pumping half a clip into a picture of her ex-husband. She dropped the gun onto the floor, turned, and mooned the picture and farted. Lula and I took a step back. "Sorry," Gloria said. "I get gas when I eat too much sugar.

What did you ever see in Dickie Orr?" I'd asked myself that same question many times and never found a satisfactory answer. "He had a nice car," I said. Morelli's mouth curved. "Seems like a sound basis for marriage.

My grandmother likes you. My mother worries that you might be related to Satan.

So why'd you part ways with this Dickie Orr person?" Lula asked. "He's a jerk." "Good enough for me," she said. "I hate him already.

the ancient Greeks thought there were four kinds of love. Storge, or familial love. Philia, or friendship. Eros, or romantic love, and agape, or unconditional love.

I give people gift cards," Lula said. "You could buy them in the supermarket. They're easy. There's gift cards for everything from Starbucks to Target and in between. I like them on account of the message they send. I figure it puts people on notice. A gift card says I feel obligated to get you something, but I don't care enough to put any effort into finding just the right gift. Gives people some idea of their place in your life, you see what I'm saying?

I walked Grandma to the front door and gave her a hug. 'I love you,' I said to Grandma. 'I love you, too,' Grandma said. 'Maybe that's why God gave us death. So, we remember to love what's alive.

my mother made it clear that her love wasn't dependent on perfection.

A while back he dated Lula, but Lula was allergic to his cats, and Tank wasn't giving up his cats for love or money or Lula.

How many people ask you to come share their life?

Take my advice. Stay away from all broken people.

I was tired of men. Hanging in doorways, standing too close, their smell of beer or fifteen-year-old whiskey. Men who didn't come to the emergency room with you, men who left on Christmas Eve. Men who slammed the security gates, who made you love them and then changed their minds.

Love humiliates you, hatred cradles you.

Love could never bloom in a concrete block room.

she's not as pretty as you," I said "But she's a simpler girl," my mother whispered.

He had loved her, but he hated himself more.

I thought how tenuous the links were between mother and children, between friends, family, things you think are eternal. Everything could be lost, more easily than anyone could imagine.

He'd loved her, he had. And he knew she loved him, he knew it! But it wasn't enough. She couldn't have imagined such a thing was possible. Love wasn't enough

What did it mean, that the two people she loved best in the world hated each other? It was the sides of herself, irreconcilable.

Women always put men first. That's how everything got so screwed up.

We tried not to be in the same room at the same time when Starr was home, we set the air on fire between us.

Never let a man stay the night. Dawn has a way of casting a pall on any night magic.

Che strano. Non mi sono mai goduta l'amore tanto come quest'odio. L'amore è volubile. Ti mette alla prova. E' esigente. L'amore ti usa. Cambia idea continuamente>>. Teneva gli occhi chiusi. Il viso era imperlato di gocce d'acqua come filamenti di medusa. <

She yearned to call him, but hated the sound of the phone ringing, ringing, knowing that he might be standing right there, not picking up, knowing it was her.