Quotes About Relationships

We love life, thought Reine-Marie as she watched Ruth and Rosa sitting side by side, not because we are used to living, but because we are used to loving.

At Christmas homes were full of the people there and the people not there.

Now you will feel no rain / For each of you will be shelter for the other,

I was miserable and making everyone around me miserable.

Be very, very careful who you let into your life. And learn to make peace with whatever happens.

when put in a room with both parents, would almost always embrace the abuser.

Julie wasn't as cheery, not as bright as before she'd joined them. They'd tarnished her.

Living our lives was like living in a long house. We entered as babies at one end, and we exited when our time came. And in between we moved through this one, great, long room. Everyone we ever met, and every thought and action lived in that room with us. Until we made peace with the less agreeable parts of our past they'd continue to heckle us from way down the long house. And sometimes the really loud, obnoxious ones told us

They stole the files of everyone who was involved in the raid. Who came to you for help. Who told you everything. All their fears, their vulnerabilities. What they want from life. What matters to them. A road map in their heads.

Mother told us everything. Kaye would only give us her name, rank and serial number, which turned out to be her phone number. Couldn't get a straight answer out of her." Gabri turned to Reine-Marie. "I don't give straight answers either." "Nor should you, mon beau Garbri," said Rein-Marie.

It was one of life's little mysteries that this woman she had absolutely no respect for, could lay her flat. She thought she'd been ready for it. She'd even dared to harbour a hope that maybe this time would be different. But of course it wasn't.

Since Myrna was a purveyor of books, and the young agent was addicted to them, this made the bookseller her pusher, though actually more like her priestess.

There were few things more soothing, Jean-Guy thought, than hearing people you love talking softly in another room.

Matthew 10:36. He

He searched her face, his icy-blue eyes keen and cold. She knew she should hold him, should tell him how much she loved him and trusted him and needed him. But something held her back. There it was again. A silence between them. Something else unsaid. Is this how it starts? Clara wondered. Those chasms between couples, filled not with comfort and familiarity, but with too much unsaid, and too much said.

Be very, very careful who you let into your life. And learn to make peace with whatever happens. You can't erase the past. It's trapped in there with you. But you can make peace with it. If you don't,' he said, 'you'll be at perpetual war.

Attachment masquerades as Love,

There are three couplings,' said Myrna, herself leaning forward now, and whispering though she didn't know why. 'Attachment masquerades as Love, Pity as Compassion and Indifference as Equanimity.

And love and attachment?' asked Gamache. 'Mothers and children are classic examples. Some mothers see their job as preparing their kids to live in the big old world. To be independent, to marry and have children of their own. To live wherever they choose and do what makes them happy. That's love. Others, and we all see them, cling to their children. Move to the same city, the same neighborhood. Live through them. Stifle them. Manipulate, use guilt-trips, cripple them.

Attachment takes hostages.

She sounds like an emotional vampire," said Myrna, at last. "A what?" "I ran into quite a few in my practice. People who sucked others dry. We all know them. We're in their company and come away drained, for no apparent reason.

And a man's foes shall be they of his own household.

How do you make yourself not like someone?

Louise Rennison