Quotes About Relationships

It was nice of her to want to believe the best about me. People tend to do that with the strangers they're fucking. If she wanted to think that apathy and independence were the same thing, good for her. Maybe she was right.

Buy it for the lady who's about to become your mother-in-law, the one who's already trying to control your life and the lives of the three children she's already pressuring you to have. Give her the book one day out of nowhere, just as a nice surprise, and when she hugs you, calmly whisper: "Don't fuck with me, Ellen. Don't even think about it. Ever." Then smile at her like everything is wonderful. Because from now on, it will be.

The most crucial prerequisite for any couple's longevity is to have both partners unequivocally accept, as a baseline, that the person they love is insane and has no morals.

I'll put it to you simply: love is the enemy. That's my conclusion. We should all live in our little monk cells and never venture out ...

Though she's long ago come to her own conclusions – that when you get down to it, it's always fucking that matters, not talking.

Her attitude to the girls became that of an aunt who knew her nieces had heard her discussed unfavorably but could not help showing her interest in them and some of her affection.Indeed she seemedm to acquire something of the thick skin such a woman had to cultivate if her feelings were not to be constantly hurt by inattention to her questions, opinions, and fund of boring anecdotes.

What if we stopped attending community groups and became groups of communities?

an avoidance of confrontation and a sustaining refuge in the comforts of family life.

I had felt myself not merely incapable of love . . . but even of guilt.

Teasing, especially the public sort, as well as the joshing in a joking relationship, always contains an element of hostility.

If you leave me, I'll want to die. Love, Elizabeth Carstensen.

True love asks no questions, makes no reservations, but puts itself unconditionally into the hands of the loved one.

She had nothing more to give than what he already possessed. At least so she thought. He

I should like to punish myself for having been happy before I met you!

fate is strange.. almost no one i know married the first love of their lives. but for those who did are always telling me that they missed soemthing important, that they didn't experience all that they might have.. - by the river piedra i sat down and wept

Anyone who loves in the expectation of being loved in return is wasting their time.

The strongest love is the love that can demonstrate its fragility.

Our true friends are those who are with us when the good things happen. They cheer us on and are pleased by our triumphs. False friends only appear at difficult times, with their sad, supportive faces, when, in fact, our suffering is serving to console them for their miserable lives.

After all, what is happiness? Love, they tell me. But love doesn't bring and never has brought happiness. On the contrary, it's a constant state of anxiety, a battlefield; it's sleepless nights, asking ourselves all the time if we're doing the right thing. Real love is composed of ecstasy and agony.

In love, no one can harm anyone else; we are each of us responsible for our own feelings and cannot blame someone else for what we feel. It hurt when I lost each of the various men I fell in love with. Now, though, I am convinced that no one loses anyone, because no one owns anyone. That is the true experience of freedom: having the most important thing in the world without owning it.

Love is not to be found in someone else, but in ourselves; we simply awaken it. But in order to do that, we need the other person. The universe only makes sense when we have someone to share our feelings with.

Yes, my mind was wandering. I wished I were there with someone who could bring peace to my heart someone with whom I could spend a little time without being afraid that i would lose him the next day. With that reassurance, the time would pass more slowly. We could be silent for a while because we'd know we had the rest of our lives together for conversation. I wouldn't have to worry about serious matters, about difficult decisions and hard words.

He knew one of the women well, and had shared his universe with her. They had seen the same mountains, and the same trees, although each of them had seem them differently. She knew his weaknesses, his moments of hatred, of despair. Yet she was there at his side. They shared the same universe.

If you love someone, you must be prepared to set them free.