Quotes About Relationships

Albert, friend to royalty," Beatrix said later at the Rutledge Hotel, laughing as she sat on the floor of their suite and examined the new collar. "I hope you don't get above yourself, and put on airs." "Not around your family, he won't," Christopher said

What if no one will have us here either?" "Then we'll become a pair of wicked old spinsters, romping back and forth across Europe.

We try to conceal our defects and say the things we think the other one wants to hear. We pretend that we're always lovely and sweet-tempered and that we don't mind the other's nasty little habits. And then after the wedding, we lower the boom.

In the past few years it had become a rare luxury for all of them to be together at once, especially since Daisy stayed in America with her husband, Matthew, for long periods of time. The trips were necessary for both of them: Matthew was a successful business entrepreneur, and Daisy was a successful novelist with a publisher in New York as well as London.

Thank you," Emerson said, bowing his head and accepting the box with the tender hands of a parent holding a child. "I am indebted-" "Don't be.This doesn't mean I like you or your politics any better," Heath said gruffly.

Now the line was drawn. Lucy had never thought that one of the fiercest battles of her life would be fought over a breakfast table, with quiet words carefully chosen.

A toast to the engagement on your former fiance and your former best friend. Tell me, how hard did you have to grit your teeth?" As Lucy refused to answer, he laughed softly. "Forgive me. I don't mean to detract from your noble gesture.

You have to keep taking chances on the wrong people till you find the right one.

I don't believe in love," he said. "It's a sugar-coated pill—the first taste is tolerable enough, but you quickly reach the bitter layers beneath.

The fourteen-year-old boys, Ashton and Augustus, were the youngest offspring of Mr. and Mrs. Simon Hunt, who had been close friends to the Challons since before Phoebe had been born.

Do as you please. But when you're with Rohan or any other man, you had better keep in mind that you belong completely to me.

Americans and romance. It's like watching a bird try to fly with one wing.

And the way you dress reminds me of an unmade bed!" "Does that mean you'd like to lie on top of me?" he asked.

Blood is no' what binds a family. Love is.

About what?" "Being led around by the nose by your wife." That drew a wry grin from Hunt, and he shook his head. "If my wife does lead me around, Westcliff, it's by an altogether different body part. And no, I have no regrets whatsoever.

You'd be surprised what people say across the manicure table.

No, Redbird," her father had replied, his mouth twitching at the corners. "That's why I married your mother—she's kind enough for two people." "Mother," Gabriel had asked hopefully, "could you be kind enough for three people?

Swallowing back her bitterness, Amelia glanced up at her brother and managed a rueful smile. "Thank you, but at this advanced stage of life, I have no ambitions to marry." Leo surprised her by bending to brush a light kiss on her forehead. His voice was soft and kind. "Be that as it may, I think someday you'll meet a man worth giving up your independence for." He grinned before adding, "Despite your encroaching old age.

Are you annoyed because I didn't tell you earlier? I'm sorry. But it's not the sort of thing one can just blurt out over tea, or in the entrance hall …'Here's your hat, and by the way, I'm a virgin

My husband is endlessly fascinated by machines," Mrs. Hunt said, laughing. "I believe they've eclipsed all his other interests." "Not all," Hunt said softly. Something about the way he glanced at his wife caused her cheeks to flush.

Not for the first time, Tom reflected there was no understanding women. It wasn't that they were illogical. Just the opposite. Their logic was of a higher order, too complex and advanced to submit to a complete proof calculus. Women assigned mysterious values to details a man would overlook, and were able to draw piercing conclusions about his innermost secrets.

What did I do to deserve that?" he demanded. West's mouth twitched. "Aside from saying you were going to cast her out and destroy her home?" "I apologized!" "Never apologize to women. It only confirms that you were wrong, and incenses them further.

I don't want to be played." "Oh, I don't know." A smile touched his lips. "With a guy like that . . . it could be fun.

Men love to be forgiven. It makes us feel better about our inability to learn from our mistakes." Leo Hathaway