Quotes About Relationships

All my life I'd gone for women who were a little off.

Why am I always attracting women who still slept with stuffed animals?

There were innumerable selves that he evoked in her.

If it was true that women and children might become communal property, then every child would have many fathers and mothers, innumerable brothers and sisters. It seemed to be too much to hope for. To belong to everyone!

If you divorced him, we'd have more money. He doesn't hardly sell any sculptures. He eats and drinks a lot. Mostly you pay the bills.

Every waitress had a group of guys who mistook professional courtesy for a personal relationship. She'd never liked it, but she'd thought she understood it. As far as she could tell, men didn't have close friendships, not like women did, but they still had that human need for connection. Every movie and TV show and magazine article told them it was their job to go out and grab what they wanted at the same time it told them that women were theirs for the taking.

listen without telling you to appreciate the attention? Be happy. The guy likes you. "You don't want to burn it all up

With Mom, what went up must come down, and it was a mystery what exact combination would make life too much for her.

Rakes make good husbands. Especially when they fall in love.

Maybe every couple lived in the gaps between conversations, unable to say the important things for fear they had already been said, or couldn't be said; maybe every relationship started over every time two people came together.

It was odd and intimate, their hands connected, their heads in different rooms. They could talk. They could hold hands. But they couldn't see each other's faces.

Don't ever say that after sex, do you understand? If you feel the urge to say it, go see the girl first thing in the morning, with her night breath and no makeup...watch her on the toilet...listen to her with her friends...go meet her hairy mother and her shrill friends...and if you still feel the need to say such a stupid thing, then God help you.

Rye wondered if loving another person was a trap—that eventually you had to either lose them or lose yourself.

Even if they don't find what they're looking for, isn't it enough to be out walking together in the sunlight?

Stories are people. I'm a story, you're a story . . . your father is a story. Our stories go in every direction, but sometimes, if we're lucky, our stories join into one, and for a while, we're less alone.

Something about the memory caused him to tear up, to think again about the unknowable nature of the people we love.

Stories are people. I'm a story, you're a story . . . Your father is a story. Our stories go in every direction, but sometimes, if we're lucky, our stories join into one, and for a while, we're less alone.

When he had asked [her]if the man she loved felt the same way, she had answered quickly that yes, the man loved himself as well.

It's another mystery of parenting: how you can love your kids without always liking them.

Couldn't you outgrow the little-girl fantasy? Couldn't love be gentler, smaller, quiter, not quite all-consuming?

But anyone who has been in love knows that love is just the beginning. You learn more every day, every year, every decade, and not just about the object of your affection, but about yourself, and about the nature of love itself, and eventually, about the nature of loss.

Other women were like presents he was constantly disappointed in unwrapping

and he urges the old man to remember the last moment he felt his being without its relation to beloved Amedea, his last moment of individual happiness or longing—

But finding work worth doing and having people in your life worth doing it for…doing the best you can every day…that feels honorable to me.