Quotes About Relationships

So, what's up with you and Damian?" Helena asks. "What do you mean?" I can feel the hear of a blush coloring on my cheeks. I can't ever seem to not show how I feel. It's becoming pretty annoying.

Love takes hostages. It gets inside you. It eats you out and leaves you crying in the darkness, so simple a phrase like 'maybe we should be just friends' turns into a glass splinter working its way into your heart. It hurts. Not just in the imagination. Not just in the mind. It's a soul-hurt, a real gets-inside-you-and-rips-you-apart pain. I hate love.

Ketika kau mencintai seseorang, secara otomatis kau menerima segala sesuatu tentang dirinya. Hal-hal yang menjadikan dirinya apa adanya, itulah yang mebuatmu mencintainya. (David Koster - Haunted (Teratu))

Girls often aim their most severe meanness at their mothers—

It's bad enough to be rebuffed by your daughter—it's worse that it happens right when you feel that she needs you most.

sharing one's true feelings at home makes it a lot easier to be charming out in public.

Girls often aim their most severe meanness at their mothers—especially if they have had a particularly close relationship in the past—

One explanation is that popularity brings hard work, regardless of how girls come by it. Girls who are at the center of large tribes have a lot of social connections to maintain and often run into loyalty conflicts.

People don't do nice things for people who are mean to them. Better for your daughter to learn this lesson before she leaves your home than after she is out on her own.

researchers have found that many well-liked girls aren't considered to be popular, and that many girls who are considered to be popular aren't actually well liked.

At its worst, digital technology undermines a teen's capacity to cultivate meaningful in-person connections and actually amplifies the negative aspects of their relationships.

You should start by allowing your daughter more privacy than she had as a child. Interestingly, findings from a research study that examined how much parents seek to know about their teenagers—and how much teenagers choose to share—suggest that we grant greater privacy to our sons than to our daughters. We are more likely to ask girls what they're up to behind closed doors, and our daughters, more than our sons, answer our questions.

Well, I don't think just because people are in a relationship that they're happy. I don't think relationships necessarily make people happy. You just are happy or you're not happy.

When Luke and Laura dated in 'General Hospital' when I was a kid, I was very excited. And that was a rather pathetic relationship if you break it down because let's face it: he raped her... and then they got married. There's all kinds of things that TV does to relationships.

Without differentiating from parents or caretakers we may never succeed in living our own lives.

Once, I was my mother's daughter. Now I am my daughter's mother.

Who do you love? It's a question anyone should be able to answer. A question that defines a life, creates a future, guides most minutes of one's days. Simple, elegant encompassing. Who do you love?

It wasn't that strangers couldn't hurt you. It was simply that the people you loved could do it so much better.

There is a breed of men out there, you know, who are attracted to strong women. They just don't know what to do once they win us over.

This was the pattern of my life: to love men who didn't deserve me, and, knowing that, to yearn for their love anyway.

podes estar apaixonada e ao mesmo tempo incrivelmente só. Podes ter tudo o que sempre quiseste só para te dares conta que tudo o que querias estava errado. Podes ter um marido inteligente atraente e cheio de compaixão como o meu e mesmo assim não o ter na realidade. E algumas vezes podes olhar para a tua filha linda e preciosa e ficar genuinamente ciumenta de quanto ele a ama em vez de ti.

That movie Fatal Attraction really ruined things for women. I mean, you can't even call a guy 150 times a day anymore without having them get all bent out of shape.

Look," I say at last. 'You know me. You know my life. I always thought-or hoped-" "You thought what?" "I just want to be happy," I finally say. She stares at me hard. "You have been," she says.

Even in their brief time together, Nora had come to understand the difference between infatuation and love. Infatuation was weather. Love was climate.