Quotes About Relationships

This is why human relationships usually take me beyond my limits. They wear me out. They scatter my thoughts. They make me worry about what I have just said and what they have just said, and how or if that all fits together, and what they will say next and what I will say then, and do I owe them something or is it their turn to owe me, and why do the rules change depending

on who the friend turns out to be and…well, the whole thing drives me to total distraction and anxiety.

All conflict can be traced back to someone's feelings getting hurt, don't you think?

Liane Moriarty

Marriage was a form of insanity; love hovering permanently on the edge of aggravation.

Each memory, good and bad, was another invisible thread that bound them together...It was as simple and complicated as that. Love after children, after you've hurt each other and forgiven each other, bored each other and surprised each other, after you've seen the worst and the best...-well, that sort of love is ineffable. It deserves its own word.

It wasn't logical, but the better you knew someone, the more blurry they became. The accumulation of facts made them disappear. It was more interesting wondering if someone did or didn't like country music than knowing one way or the other.

A son is a son until he takes him a wife; a daughter is a daughter for all of her life.

He could find hatred in his heart for her, too, if he went looking for it. The secret of a happy marriage was not to go looking for it.

When someone you loved was depending on your lie, it was perfectly easy.

Just because a marriage ended didn't mean that it hadn't been happy at times.

Love is a decision?' 'That's right. A decision. Not a feeling. That's what you young people don't realise. That's why you're always off divorcing each other.

How strange it all was. Wouldn't it be a lot less messy if everyone just stayed with the people they married in the first place?

Women and their bodies! The most abusive and toxic of relationships.

The only woman who deserved a philandering husband was a philandering wife.

And even though I adore the fact that Francesca has Ben's eyes, I also see now that her biological connection to us is irrelevant. She is her own little person. She is Francesca. If we weren't her "natural" parents, we would still have loved her just as much.

she was remembering what it was like when you broke up with someone. Conversations became so hopelessly tangled. You had to be polite and precise. You couldn't safely criticize anymore, because you didn't have the right. You'd lost your immunity.

Did she love him as much as she hated him? Did she hate him as much as she loved him?

It was good to remember that for every horrible memory from her marriage, there was also a happy one. She wanted to see it clearly, to understand that it wasn't all black, or all white. It was a million colors. And yes, ultimately it hadn't worked out, but that was okay. Just because a marriage ended didn't mean that it hadn't been happy at times. She thought about that

Women and their bodies! The most abusive and toxic of relationships. Masha had seen women pinch at the flesh of their stomachs with such brutal self-loathing they left bruises. Meanwhile their husbands fondly patted their own much larger stomachs with rueful pride.

Relationships don't stay the same. There isn't time.

Stick with the nice boys, Chloe!" said Madeline after a moment. "Like Daddy. Bad boys don't bring you coffee in bed, I'll tell you that for free.

It was always like that. They never said sorry. They just threw down their still-loaded weapons, ready for next time.

It drove her to distraction the way women wanted to bond over self-hatred.