Quotes About Relationships

It's funny about love", Sophia said. "The more you love someone, the less he likes you back." "That's very true," Grandmother observed. "And so what do you do?" "You go on loving," said Sophia threateningly. "You love harder and harder.

I grunnen hadde ingen av dem lyst til å snakke. Ennå. De hadde god tid, sommeren lå lang og full av løfter foran dem.

It's funny about love', Sophia said. 'The more you love someone, the less he likes you back.' 'That's very true,' Grandmother observed. 'And so what do you do?' 'You go on loving,' said Sophia threateningly. 'You love harder and harder.

My dad always told me that the best way to get somebody to get at you is to talk bad about them to somebody else.

Let them love and be loved back, like I have been

Love is not the answer to everything, but it creates a climate of security in which we can seek answers to those things that bother us. In the security of love, a couple can discuss differences without condemnation. Conflicts can be resolved. Two people who are different can learn to live together in harmony. We discover how to bring out the best in each other. Those are the rewards of love.

Me and my mum send most of our time on the phone discussing EastEnders: Grant and Tiffany; the prospect of Sharon returning to the square, perhaps with Michelle Fowler, both with babies, both fathered by Grant; the happy irony of Michelle and Sharon being truly related. We all slip into these unreal worlds as a release from the daily drudgery.

I think serial monogamy says it all.

Just being here with the beautiful Miss Hannah Dandridge makes it worth my while. I much prefer scavenging for food in the company of pretty gals over killin' men." He sobered and rubbed his chin. "Yes, sir, I prefer just about anything to killin'." "Well, I wish you luck with Miss Dandridge. You will most likely find a battlefield easier to manage.

Sounds like you're worried—maybe you have feelings for Miss Dandridge." Narrowing his eyes, William scowled. "You're the Romeo, not me." Tyler studied him for a moment. "Not this time. You look a mite lovesick, if you ask me." "Well, I'm not.

William needs a good woman in his life. The war was hard on him. He had no heart for it.

Words spoken in haste cannot be taken back. And while they may be forgiven, the memories will linger to warn the heart of future encounters.

I can tell you what women need in general. They need respect and love. They need to be able to trust your word and to be able to confide in you. So often, we can't care for ourselves in this world, so we need protection and provision.

Merrill Krause - "My brothers have scared off just about any fellow who showed interest in getting to know me." Granny Lassiter - "Well, if a man can't stand up to those brothers of yours, you needn't even consider him. A man ought to be able to hold his own with his wife's family.

Am I so desperate I must accept any gentleman who is not a villain or a gargoyle?

Is it strange to say love is a language Few practice, but all, or near all speak?

Old loves turn up in dreams, still livid at every slight.

We covered this around Year Three, Bill: that you're the Master of Space and Time and I'm a spastic Pomeranian.

CHARLIE: So you can't even see Ivy's point? MATTIE FAE: No. CHARLIE: That Little Charles and Beverly share some kind of . . . complication. MATTIE FAE: Honey, you have to be smart to be complicated. CHARLIE: That's our boy. Are you saying our boy isn't smart? MATTIE FAE: Yes, that's what I'm saying.

BARBARA: Even if things don't work out with you and Marsha. BILL: Cindy. BARBARA: Cindy. BILL: Right. Even if things don't work out. BARBARA: And I'm never really going to understand why, am I? (Bill struggles . . . it seems as if he might say something more, but then:) BILL: Probably not. (Silence. Bill heads for the door. Barbara watches him go and sobs.) BARBARA: I love you . . . I love you . . . (He stands for a moment, his back to her. He exits. Barbara stands, alone.)

BARBARA: Lot of fish in the sea. Surely you can rule out the one single man in the world you're related to. IVY: I happen to love the man I'm related— BARBARA: Fuck love, what a crock of shit. People can convince themselves they love a painted rock.

MATTIE FAE: Sure, an auction's a fine idea— VIOLET: Some things, though, like the silver, that's worth a pretty penny. But if you like I'll sell it to you, cheaper'n I might get in an auction. BARBARA: Or you might never get around to the auction and then we can just have it for free after you die. IVY: Barbara . . .

Not true," Slim Willie had said, laughing. "Your mama was pure when I met her, and I ain't never touched a ho.

Emotional intelligence is your ability to recognize and understand emotions in yourself and others, and your ability to use this awareness to manage your behavior and relationships.