Quotes About Relationships

Hardy would never be the easiest man to have a relationship with. He was complex and strong-willed and rough-edged. But I loved those qualities about him. I was more than willing to take him exactly as he was. And it didn't hurt that he seemed equally game to take me on my own terms.

It was finally becoming clear to her that love wasn't about finding someone perfect to marry. Love was about seeing through to the truth of a person, and accepting all their shades of light and dark. Love was an ability. And Harry had it in abundance, even if he wasn't ready to come to terms with it yet.

I like to bond over mutual hatreds and petty grievances.

The word "mistress" sounds like a cross between mistake and mattress.

You're not my best friend," West said, after taking a swallow of brandy. "You're not even my third best friend.

The Ravenel temper," Pandora said with a sage nod, and whispered theatrically, "we have it too." "Our older sister Helen is the only one who doesn't," Cassandra added. "Nothing provokes her," Pandora said. "We've tried ever so often, but it never works.

To Kathleen's surprise, West didn't leave. He returned to the house and went to his room. At least, she thought darkly, he'd made no further attempt to mount a horse while he was drunk, which she supposed put him above her late husband in terms of intelligence.

Have you set your sights on anyone?" Her smile didn't reach her eyes. "They're all the same. Just like last year." Tom tried to feel badly about that. But he couldn't help feeling a primal pang of relief, his heartbeat settling into a satisfied rhythm... Still mine... still mine.

Maybe he should marry. At the age of thirty-one, it was high time to take a wife and sire children. There were dozens of eligible young women here, all blue-blooded and well-bred. Marrying one of them would help to advance him socially. He considered the Ravenel sisters. The oldest, Helen, had married Rhys Winterborne, and Lady Pandora had married Lord St. Vincent this morning. But there was one sister left . . . Pandora's twin, Cassandra.

My companion doesn't like you, and my sister Amelia says she doesn't know you well enough to decide, but she's inclined not to like you. "What about Beatrix?" "She likes you. But then she likes lizards and snakes.

I no longer believed in the idea of soul mates, or love at first sight. But I was beginning to believe that a very few times in your life, if you were lucky, you might meet someone who was exactly right for you. Not because he was perfect, or because you were, but because your combined flaws were arranged in a way that allowed two separate beings to hinge together.

Sometimes a woman needs a man for company, no matter how useless he is.

Mysteries of attraction could not always be explained through logic. Sometimes the fractures in two separate souls became the very hinges that held them together.

Opening up to the wrong person is like putting ammo in their hands.

The next time you face a room full of strangers . . . you might tell yourself that some of them are just friends waiting to be found.

If loneliness was a choice, what was the other option? To settle for second-best and try to be happy with that? And was that fair to the person you settled for?

I refuse to have a life partner who spends his days pretending to be on a BBC show.

Mitch had a particular way with women—a formula of giving and withholding that almost always managed to hook them. Getting them to talk about themselves was the first step; remaining enigmatic was the second. There were other steps, but he used only the first two during that encounter.

Here's the problem with having occasional sex with a woman for over two months,' Luna said. 'She starts to think you like her, because it's very unlikely that she would repeatedly hook up with someone she doesn't like. Now that you have that information, maybe you'll think before you fuck.

My mother used to say, If you stared at him long enough, he was handsome. And my father would continue, But your mother was the only one who had the patience.

Irene told me about you. A long time ago. I remember now. You fucked her when she was a teenager. Then you married her mother. Don't ever call me again.

But some men can only read their internal weather report and have no concept that another human might not want the same things they want.

Many young girls make that mistake at one time or another—they lose themselves in a boy.

Luna nodded at Greg, who returned the look with an embarrassed smile. Greg always seemed confused by his wife's behavior, as if she were an alien with entirely different customs from his.