Quotes About Relationships

I've married before and it was no better, and if I divorce Kathy I'll marry again—because as my brainbasher puts it I can't find my identity outside the role of husband and daddy and big butter-and-egg-man wage earner—and the next damn one will be the same because that's the kind I select. It's rooted in my temperament.

You have to be with other people, he thought. In order to live at all.

You know that, Ted. It's the most precious thing we have. Loyalty between us, between protector and serf, between a man and his mistress. Maybe, Benteley said slowly, a person should be loyal to an ideal.

You have to be with other people, he thought. In order to live at all. I mean, before they came here I could stand it, being alone in the building. But now it's changed. You can't go back, he thought. You can't go from people to nonpeople. In panic he thought, I'm dependent on them. Thank god they stayed.

You have to be with other people, he thought. In order to live at all. I mean, before they came here I could stand it, being alone in the building. But now it's changed. You can't go back, he thought. You can't go from people to nonpeople.

You and I, when we argue, are made in each other. For when I understand what you understand, I become your understanding, and am made in you, in a certain ineffable way. —Erigena

You have to be with other people...in order to live at all.

She had taught him to loathe himself, and then, having done that, she had left him.

Without a woman we'd discuss racing cars and horses and tell dirty jokes; no civilization.

Oamenii îÈ›i zic de toate. De la faptul c? nu faci doi bani pân? la faptul c? eÈ™ti nepreÈ›uit?. Cele mai rele È™i cele mai bune lucruri. Întotdeauna atingi pe cineva aici - cioc?ni cu degetul solniÈ›a - È™i pe cineva acolo...

You don't disappoint me. I like you very much. I'm sure it is the climate that's getting you down.

And you can't feel grief unless you've had love before it—grief is the final outcome of love, because it's love lost.

At least that was what she had told me. You never know with women. What they tell you and what they don't tell you is a very long bridge across a very wide river with all kinds of fish.

They fuck you up, your mum and dad. They may not mean to, but they do. They fill you with the faults they had And add some extra, just for you. But they were fucked up in their turn By fools in old-style hats and coats, Who half the time were soppy-stern And half at one another's throats. Man hands on misery to man. It deepens like a coastal shelf. Get out as early as you can, And don't have any kids yourself.

I have no enemies. But my friends don't like me.

In everyone there sleeps A sense of life lived according to love. To some it means the difference they could make By loving others, but across most it sweeps, As all they might have done had they been loved. That nothing cures.

They fuck you up, your mum and dad. They may not mean to, but they do.

When she saw how they worked, not on their own but two by two, working their trunks together to tie a knot, she realized why they'd been so astonished by her hands, because of course she could tie knots on her own. At first she felt that this gave an advantage--she needed no one else-- and then she realized how it cut her off from others. Perhaps all human beings were like that.

Friends Ã¢â'¬Â¦ They come to your house and they know your parents and.… Sometimes a boy might ask me around to his house, and I might go or I might not, but I could never ask him back. So I never had friends, really. I would have liked Ã¢â'¬Â¦ I had my cat

She had been hurt too when they pulled apart; one day, perhaps, they'd be able to talk about it....

The trouble with kind people is they're not sexy.

Mrs. Coulter selected her lovers for their power and influence, but it did no harm if they were good-looking. Did she ever become fond of a lover? Not once. She could not keep her servants, either.

You can no more make someone tell the truth than you can force someone to love you.

I was still too much of a fledgling with people to understand that, in the long run, nobody is a picnic and that I was no picnic myself.