Quotes About Relationships

Love seemed all the sweeter when it was misunderstood, condemned by the outside world.

Sex is what you boast about when you have no exterior signs of wealth. It's a way of saying, Look, I might not own a fancy sport coat, or even a carry-on bag, but I do have two women and all the intercourse I can handle

Like prisoners and shepherds, many of them didn't care who they had sex with, the idea being that what happens in the dark stays in the dark. It's the next morning you have to worry about—the name-calling, the slamming of doors, the charge that you somehow cast a spell.

I can't be alone in this, can I? And, of course, you don't want to hurt anyone's feelings. Therefore you keep the crocheted owl given to you by your second-youngest sister and accidentally on purpose drop the mug that reads "Owl Love You Always" and was sent by someone who clearly never knew you to begin with.

They did not live in a child's house, we lived in theirs.

Perhaps I've grown less likable over the years, or maybe I've just forgotten how to meet people. The initial introduction — the shaking-hands part — I can still manage. It's the follow-up that throws me. Who calls whom, and how often? What if you decide after the second or third meeting that you don't really like this person? Up to what point are you allowed to back out? I used to know these things, but now they're a mystery.

The two of you grew apart,' my mother would say. She made it sound as if we'd veered off in different directions, though in fact we had the exact same destination. I just never made it.

Every day spent with you is like having a cesarean section.

but things change once you've been together for 10 years. They rarely make movies about long-term couples and for good reason. Our lives are boring.

Without much accuracy, with strangely little love at all, your family will decide for you exactly who you are, and they'll keep nudging, coaxing, poking you until you've changed into that very simple shape.

Perhaps I worried that if I didn't wander off, my family would get on my nerves, or—far more likely—I would get on theirs, and that our week together wouldn't be as ideal as I'd told myself it would be.

David Sedaris

You'd think my mother could have seen the difference between the sunny, likable her and the dark one who'd call late at night. I could hear the ice cubes in her glass rushing forth whenever she took a sip. In my youth, when she'd join my father for a drink after work—"Just one, I have to get dinner on the table"—that was a happy sound. Now it was like a trigger being cocked.

I wouldn't know it until months later, but my father had kicked me out of the house not because I was a bum but because I was gay.

I'm the most important person in the lives of almost everyone I know and a good number of people I've never even met.

You kids might think you're close, but just wait until your father and I are gone, and you're left to divide up our property.

It had nothing to do with changing people—forget that, on a good day you're lucky if you can talk someone into changing their socks.

One day she'd throw a dish at you, and the next she'd create a mosaic made of the shards.

My sister is not dating anyone–a good thing, as she's got way too much time on her hands. And that, I think, is the number one reason so many relationships fail. Too much free time, and too much time together. (P. 157)

There's an Allan Gurganus quote I think of quite often: "Without much accuracy, with strangely little love at all, your family will decide for you exactly who you are, and they'll keep nudging, coaxing, poking you until you've changed into that very simple shape." Is there a richer or more complex story than that?

It's so hard to predict which friends will last and which will fade away. Quite often I'd move and lose half the contacts in my address book, people I thought would be with me forever. It's not that we outgrew one another. They just couldn't be bothered to put a stamp on a letter. Or I couldn't. Of course it's easier now with email.

even then that without them, I was nothing. Not a son or a brother but just a boy—and

There's an Allan Gurganus quote I think of quite often: "Without much accuracy, with strangely little love at all, your family will decide for you exactly who you are, and they'll keep nudging, coaxing, poking you until you've changed into that very simple shape.

My brother politely ma'ams and sirs all strangers but refers to friends and family, his father included, as either "bitch" or "motherfucker.