Quotes About Relationships

S]he leans into this guy and rocks her head like I'm making this music for her, when if I could, I would take it all away and give her as much silence as she's given me pain.

There's no such thing as a soulmate...and who would want there to be? I don't want half of a shared soul. I want my own damn soul.

I stand up from the table and wiggle my index finger at Nick. He'll never get it, but I borrow from Heathers as I leave him to follow Tris. A true friend's work is never done, I singsong. Bulimia is so '87, Heather, he answers. HOLY SHIT squared. I think I just had my first orgasm.

The Beatles, they had it all figured out, okay? 'I Want to Hold Your Hand.' The first single. It's effing brilliant, right?... That's what everybody wants... They don't want a twenty-four-hour hump sesh, they don't want to be married to you for a hundred years. They just want to hold your hand.

The complexity embedded in the different levels of meaning that go along with the words I love you ought to be a whole mindfuck of a video game

It's over when you decide it's over, Norah says. When you call it a night. The rest is just a matter of where the sun is in the sky. That has nothing to do with us.

But she's not, and I am left to wonder on my own: How does this work, the getting to know a new guy without revealing too much desperation for his undivided attention?

I feel like you may be a special and kind person. And I would like to make it my business to know special and kind people. Especially if they are boys my age.

Listen to me: I never married because I was too easily bored. It's an awful, self-defeating trait to have. It's much better to be too easily interested.

I know in my heart that I can live without him and I know in my heart that I don't want to-that's a good place to start, right?

What's a slut? I ask him. A girl who puts out too easily. Puts out what? I imagine Greer putting out dinner and don't understand what Iwan wouldn't like about that. Puts out, you know... His face, already beet red from our run, turns a darker scarlet. Sex. I wonder where Greer puts the sex out.

Drosophila," I said, remembering the word. "What?" Lily asked. "Why do girls always fall for guys with the at ention span of drosophila?" "What?" "Fruit flies. Guys with the attention span of fruit flies." "Because they're hot?" "This," I told her, "is not the time for being truthful.

The first person I think of when I wake up in the morning, the last person I hope for when I fall asleep at night.

I mean, like most guys, you carry around this girl in your head, who is exactly who you want her to be. The person you think you will love the most. And every girl you are with gets measured against this girl in your head. So this girl with the red notebook - it makes sense. If you never met her, she never has to get measured. She can be the girl in your head.

I mean, what if love isn't a yes-or-no question? It's not either you're in love or you're not. I mean, aren't these different levels? And maybe these things, like words and expectations and whatever, don't go on top of the love. Maybe it's like a map, and they have all their own place, and when you see it from the sky - whoa.

So what do you have to confess now? I don't know why I'm saying any of this, except that it's the truth. I'm confessing that I don't know if I'm ready for this. What is 'this'? Being open. Being hurt. Liking. Not being liked. Seeing the flicker on. Seeing the flicker off. Leaping. Falling. Crashing.

Love teaches you that fitting is overrated; what you need to do is change the shape of your life to make the connection.

I've never understood why looking hot has to be equated with sex and conquest. Whatever happened to anticipation, to courtship, to true love? Can't a person look hot and not have it mean something?

I never married because I was too easily boref. It's an awful, self-defeating trait to have. It's much better to be too easily interested.

It's a paradox, isn't it? The people you know the most, the people you love the most-you're also going to feel the parts of them you don't know the most

If I'm just The Guy With Norah, that's cool. Right now, that's all I want to be. All the other things I am—they're too complicated. I can feel them lying in wait, planning their return.

The important people in our lives leave imprints. They may stay or go in the physical realm, but they are always there in your heart, because they helped form your heart.

Game over," you say, and I don't know which I take more exception to—the fact that you say that it's over, or the fact that you say it's a game. It's only over when one of us keeps the notebook for good. It's only a game if there is an absence of meaning. And we've already gone too far for that.   Only

She's cinematic and I'm a fucking sitcom.