Quotes About Relationships

Love is like a Chinese mobile, comes with no guarantee.

Love ?? Makes Life Lives

I was always holding onto people, and they were always leaving.

People who really appreciated animals always asked their names.

Are those cat hairs on your lapel, or have you been dating a blonde with a crew cut?

I guess since the groin is the center of a guy's world, he rarely guesses it isn't the center of yours.

So you're a dom, huh? Nice." I stabbed my pancakes again. "Kinky." "You're the one who ties people up, babe.

Sometimes you meet a girl and it's like matter and antimatter. You just hate each other for no damn reason.

It truly sucks to doubt your friends when you only have one or two of them, I realized.

It's easy to get rid of people, Christophe. All you have to do is rely on them.

Everyone was nice when they wanted something from you —was it a divinity thing, or just a basic natural fact?

You know, when I first went into the movies Lionel Barrymore played my grandfather. Later he played my father and finally he played my husband. If he had lived I'm sure I would have played his mother. That's the way it is in Hollywood. The men get younger and the women get older.

Hidup bahagia ialah yang dipakai untuk belajar, mencari nafkah dan mencintai sesama.

Middle age is when a guy keeps turning off lights for economical rather than romantic reasons.

Lonely people talking to each other can make each other lonelier.

I believe in friendship,' Band said to Reinhardt, then made his way to Huston and delivered the present. Huston unwrapped his present. 'This is just swell, amigo – just wonderful,' he said to Band. He closed the book and took a cigarette box out of his pocket. It was empty. 'Get me some cigarettes, will ya, kid?' he said. Band rushed off for cigarettes.

It was so awful and weird. I could see all the things I had loved about him, I could see them, but I didn't love them anymore.

Usually a man in my life slows my work down, but it turns out two men give me fresh energy for the revision.

For long stretches of time it felt like we were crawling around each other's brain.

Becca, though, I married. I don't know how other people do it, not stay with the girl whose ankle socks made your stomach flip at age fourteen, whose wet hair smells like your past—the girl who was with you the very moment you were introduced to happiness.

That night at Gertie's when she asked me if I preferred to be the one who loved slightly more or loved slightly less. More, I said. Not this time, she said in my ear. I am the one who will always love more. I didn't say, But I love without needing to own. Because I didn't know the difference then.

Most women like to fuss around a wound of your past, pick at the thin scab, comfort you after they'd made it sting. Not Nell.

I sat next to a woman called Tadi and I asked her what she would do with the shells she earned and she said her husband would use them to buy another wife. 'I cannot make this bag fast enough,' she said. We all fell over laughing.

Soon Paula would begin complaining that he didn't understand her, didn't appreciate her, didn't love her enough, when in fact he loved her so much his heart often felt shredded by it. But people always wanted words for all that roiled inside you.