Quotes About Relationships

Maybe only the truly damaged can accept each other in the way we do.

She needs you for more than just protection. It's how it works. You want the strong girl, you understand that she's with you because she wants to be. Not because she has to be. You know that, right?

What about me? Monica whined. Do you really want to know? Shane gave her a glare that should have scorched her hair off. Be grateful I'm not leaving you as an after-dinner mint on his pillow. Myrnin leaned close to Claire's ear and said, I think I like your young man. When she reacted in pure confusion, he held up his hands, smiling. Not in that way, my dear. He just seems quite trustworthy.

But he was starting to realize that maybe he didn't really have a home, except with the people he loved.

I love you, he said. It came out in a rush, as if he couldn't wait to get it out. I love you and Jesus, you scare me. Having to give you up was the hardest thing I've ever done, Claire; I can't do it again. Please tell me - please tell me that you're coming back for good. Or at least, if you leave, let me go with you. - Shane, Fall of night

It isn't fair, or right, but it's dreadfully human, the way we tear each other apart.

Normal life. Comfortable life. Not perfect, of course. Nobody had a perfect marriage, did they?

He and his mother weren't close and never had been, really. In this, as in so much else in his life, Jess was alone

Hey." Shane's hip nudged her chair, and he bent over, putting his mouth very close to her ear. "What are you doing?" "Thinking." "Stop." "Stop thinking?" "You're doing way too much of it. It'll make you go blind." She laughed and turned her face toward his. "I think you're thinking of something else.

his loyalty was as unbreakable as she imagined that thick skull to be. She cherished him. She cherished all of them, in ways that continued to unfold in new and surprising directions.

Boys are idiots. You'd think Shane could just say, 'Oh man, I'm glad you're alive,' but no. It's either guilt or amateur night at the Drama Queen Theater.'" She blew out a frustrated breath. "Boys. I'd turn gay if they weren't so sexy.

What we have is real love, but real love is messy and complicated. How can it not be, with our history?

Jess knew what he was looking at, because he'd felt it. Love, and the pain of knowing that love wouldn't be enough.

I felt something for her once. Not tenderness. Not love. But a shared delusion that expresses itself in violence is almost more intimate than love.

You, Monica said, leaning over her, really pissed me off, fish. I don't forget things like that. Neither does my boyfriend. Brandon? Claire wheezed. Jeez, at least get one with a pulse!

What we have is real love, but real love is messy and complicated.

So. Happy?" He crossed his arms, staring out at the people milling about the buffet and taking seats at round tables. "Truly?" She thought about it for a few seconds, and then said, very quietly, "Yes." She resisted the urge to apologize for it, and he nodded. "Good," he said. "Clearly, that's good.

We don't care about everyone… It isn't in our natures. We can only care about those we know, or those we are connected with.

It's not your enemies who are likeliest to hurt you. It is, always, those you trust.

What we have is real love, but real love is messy

She went back to Shane and settles in on his lap again, arm around his neck. His circled her waist. I thought you had to go, he said. And don't think i didn't see you kissing on my best friend. He deserved it. Yeah. Maybe i ought to kiss him, too. Michael, on his way out, didn't bother to turn around for that one. Oh sure, you always promise.

The earth's vegetation is part of a web of life in which there are intimate and essential relations between plants the the earth, between plants and other plants, between plants and animals. Sometimes we have no choice but to disturb these relationships, but we should do so thoughtfully, with full awareness that what we do may have consequences remote in time and place.

We always see the worst in our selves. Our most volnerable selves. We need someone to get close enough to tell us that we're wrong. Someone we trust.

Perhaps it's not that I'm frigid-- it's that once I decide I like a guy, I turn into a raging idiot, unfit for public appearances.