Quotes About Relationships

For women, marriages foreclosed often resulted in an accumulation of booty; for men, these failed projects of implausible optimism were more likely to manifest themselves in material lack. It was hard to resist the metaphorical impression that women got to keep the past itself, whereas men were simply robbed of it.

She loved him, but that wasn't good enough. The word "love" was required to cover such a range of emotions that it almost meant nothing at all. Since the love we distill for each beloved conforms to such a specific, rarefied recipe, with varying soupcons of resentment, pity, or lust, and sometimes even pinches of dislike, you really needed as many different words for the feeling as there were people whom you cared for in your life.

So much lying in marriage is merely a matter of keeping quiet.

Real love shares more in common with hatred and rage than it does with geniality or politeness

But since we've been separated, I may most miss coming home to deliver the narrative curiosities of my day, the way a cat might lay mice at your feet: the small, humble offerings that couples proffer after foraging in separate backyards.

catalogued the downsides of parenthood, "son might turn out killer" would never have turned up on the list. Rather, it might have looked something like this: 1. Hassle. 2. Less time just the two of us. (Try no time just the two of us.) 3. Other people. (PTA meetings. Ballet teachers. The kid's insufferable friends and their insufferable parents.) 4. Turning into a cow. (I was slight, and preferred to stay that way. My sister-in-law had

clingy". It's an ugly word, isn't it, that describes the honey of the heart as a sticky, pestersome substance that won't brush off.

Our house had not been spurted with the Day-Glo spray of spontaneous outrage but slathered with a hatred that had reduced until it was thick and savorous, like a fine French sauce.

The romances between strangers are somewhere between inaccessible and incomprehensible to other people...

A la hora de la verdad, la gente a la que uno consideraba «amigos íntimos» no era necesariamente aquella con la que se podía contar.

Tiene miedo. —No me importa que tenga miedo por ti. Lo que sí me importa es que tenga miedo de ti.

One of the things I learned with Charles," said Gray carefully, "was that finding someone like you does not necessarily mean that either of you should be that way.

maybe it's inevitable that the very things that first attract you to someone are the same things with which you later grow irritated.

I have spent less time thinking about my husband than thinking about lunch.

the small, humble offerings that couples proffer after foraging in separate backyards

You were nice to me for almost ten years," he said gruffly. "Why should that count for nothing just because it's not going to be eleven?

It was peculiar how the more you got to know someone, the more you grew to appreciate how little you knew, how little you had ever known- as if progressive intimacy didn't involve becoming more perceptive, but growing only more perfectly ignorant.

Nothing is interesting of you're not interested. In vain, I had been waiting for Kevin to price out, to demonstrate as I stood arms folded that he was worthy of my ardor. That was too much to demand of a little boy, who would only be as lovable to me as I allowed him to be. It was past time that I at least met Kevin halfway.

Your honeybunch may not be able to make you feel all warm and gooey inside anymore," Deacon said. "But the ability to fuck you up, well--it's the last magic power to go.

The existence of other people is essentially awkward.

It's queer how the thing what attracted you to someone is the same as what you come to despise about them

It is astonishing that, under the circumstances, marriage is still legally allowed. If nearly half of anything else ended so disastrously, the government would surely ban it immediately. If half the tacos served in restaurants caused dysentery, if half the people learning karate broke their palms, if only 6 percent of people who went on roller coaster rides damaged their middle ears, the public would be clamoring for action. Yet the most intimate of disasters . . . happens over and over again.

That's the risk you take if you change that people you've been involved with won't like the new you. But other people who do will come along.

Love is a tempestuous mistress. And none of us shall ever master her.