Quotes About Relationships

Best place to be? Adrienne asks after a moment. On the other side of this wall. In my bed, at home. Anywhere with Nathaniel. Before, I answer, because I know she'll understand.

The reason you hold on to someone too tightly isn't always to protect them—sometimes it's to protect yourself.

Could you love someone so much that, even without meaning to, you hurt them?

Jack could feel the fissures beginning even now, the hard shell he'd promised to keep in place so that no one, ever, would get close enough to hurt him again.

The terrible thing about falling in love is that real life always gets in the way.

I was living alone before, Campbell, if that's what you're asking. She looks at me over the edge of her wine glass. How about you? I have six wives, fifteen children, and an assortment of sheep. Her lips curve. People like you always make me feel like I'm underachieving.

Why didn't you tell me? Delia says, stung. Why don't any of us tell you anything? I respond. We love you.

I don't really understand this. When you have so many people, each one inevitably fascinating, why would you limit yourself to only those like you?

Let me tell you this: if you meet a loner, no matter what they tell you, it's not because they enjoy solitude. It's because they have tried to blend into the world before, and people continue to disappoint them.

There are building blocks of love and the very bottom layer is comfort. (from Vanishing Acts)

It was that she truly believed you could be fourteen when you learned how love could change the speed your blood ran through you, how it made you dream in kaleidoscope color. It was that Trixie knew she couldn't have loved Jason this hard if he hadn't loved her that way too.

there were things I knew for sure: That I had been loved, once, and had loved back. That a person could find hope in the way a weed grew. That the sum of a man's life was not where he wound up but in the details that brought him there. That we made mistakes.

When I see him, his frame filling the doorway, I do not feel passion, excitement. I can't remember if I ever have. He makes me feel comfortable, like a favorite pair of shoes.

When you fall in love, it's because you find someone who fills all your empty spaces. When you fall out of love, it's because you realize that you're both broken.

Waste cilake, Sioux for I love you

Betrayal was a stone beneath the mattress of the bed you shared, something you felt digging into you no matter how you shifted position. What was the point of being able to forgive, when deep down, you both had to admit you'd never forget?

Love was supposed to move mountains, to make the world go round, to be all you need, but it fell apart at the details.

When you find the person you are supposed to love, you will know by staring deeply into her eyes. Well, that's a deal breaker for me. It is hard for me to explain why it is so difficult to look into people's eyes. Imagine what it would be like if someone sliced your chest with a scalpel and rummaged around inside you, squeezing your heart and lungs and kidneys. That level of complete invasion is what it feels like when I make eye contact.

Sometimes, ridiculously, the more perfect he was the angrier she got, as if his generosity existed only to highlight her own selfishness.

History isn't about dates and places and wars. It is about the people who fill the spaces between them.

Then you're the one. Allie blinked at him. The one what? The one who loves more. ... You know it's never fifty-fifty in a marriage. It's always seventy-thirty, or sixty-forty. Someone falls in love first. Someone always puts someone else up on a pedestal. Someone works very hard to keep things rolling smoothly; someone else sails along for the ride.

What power has love but forgiveness? In other words by its intervention what has been done can be undone. What good is it otherwise? —William Carlos Williams, "Asphodel, That Greeny Flower

That would be good," Win says. "For Felix, too." I believe that there are five things we need to say to people we love before they die, and I give this advice to caregivers: I forgive you. Please forgive me. Thank you. I love you. Goodbye.

There are three choices for a woman like me: 1) Be sad and lonely 2) Be the one who is cheated on 3) be the other woman