Quotes About Relationships

It wasn't an attack. We'd been together too many times before, made love together too many times before, for it to be that. It was just that fear had suddenly entered, and made us dangerous strangers. ("New York Blues")

Men's loyalty to their women dies hard - and almost always too late. ("I'm Dangerous Tonight")

But there are three things in this world you can't shrug off: death, taxes – and a girl who loves you.

How do you go about finding out who the best-loved woman in a guy's life is? Ask him?

Nessuno è di fronte alle donne più arrogante, aggressivo e sdegnoso dell'uomo malsicuro della propria virilità

Happiness is not dependent on happenings, but on relationships in the happenings.

And now I'm wondering, is this what happens with MS? Does it just become a sequence of demolition to the body? Like a pattern of dating the wrong guys, slowly breaking you down until you're a shell of your old existence?

Beware the flatterer: he feeds you with an empty spoon.

Love-matches are made by people who are content, for a month of honey, to condemn themselves to a life of vinegar.

I've got some great guy friends. They can start out as crushes. But when you realize something isn't going to happen, you make a choice whether or not the friendship is worth it. And it usually is. Then you can laugh about the fact that you used to have a crush on him or he had one on you.

The language of love letters is the same as suicide notes.

If it's not working before you get married, marriage isn't going to fix it.

Please, Lauren," Will said. "You know you're not the kind of girl you date." "Ouch." He leveled her gaze. "You're the kind of girl you marry.

Flirts flirt. Players play. Charmers charm. And girls like Lauren? They get their heart broken because they always seem to try and give it to the wrong people.

This wasn't just some girl—this was Lauren. Lauren, the girl you marry.

No boyfriend?" he asked. "Nope," she said. "I don't mind being alone." But the words didn't ring true. She added, quietly, "People just can't be trusted.

seeing him there served as a well-placed reminder that life was short and people were what mattered most.

You know that unkindness just makes you get old before your time." "That's true," Dad calls from the living room. "Rots your bones and makes you constipated! Look at your Aunt June!

From the very second he had asked her out, Carly knew she would never love anyone the way she loved him.

He'd forgotten how much he liked her. She wasn't like other women. She was smart and funny and a little bit sarcastic. She pushed his buttons and she made him want to be better. A deep sense of longing pulsed through his body. He just wanted a second chance—to prove to her he could be the man she needed. God, that's all I'm asking for.

A Woman is a foreign land,Of which, though there he settle young,A man will ne'er quite understandThe customs, politics, and tongue.

There are so many of us now that we threaten to devour the world with our touching, starting with the things we adore most. At the same time, we obviously yearn for contact, and I fear what would happen if we were cut off from a distinctive, on-the-ground relationship with the past.

When you're in love, your brain secretes endorphins into your blood. Organic morphine leaks out of a gland in your skull, feels like a low-grade opium rush. Some people confuse the two, the head rush and the love. You think you're in love with a person, but you're in love with a syringe.

It is good to be connected to family and friends, but when we cannot resist the urge to check updates or upload a photo, we are veering toward idolatry. Idols serve our needs according to our schedule. When we call, they answer. They give us a false sense of being in control. But over time, the relationship reverses. We end up attending to their needs, centering our lives on their priorities and agendas.