Quotes About Relationships

How many times do two people have to fuck before one of them deserves to die?

I am advising you in this matter not only as your chief of finance, but as a woman who would still be married to her husbands if they had looked at her the way you have looked at me here today.

They know him at molecular level. He lives in them like chains of matter that determine who they are.

This is what love comes down to, things that happen and what we say about them.

I look at you. I know what you are. You are sloppy-bodied, smelly and wet. A woman who was born to sit trapped in a chair while a man tells her how much she excites him.

You knew her for years and I knew her for minutes. It comes to the same thing. These matters have to be assessed in the light of eternity.

What do we have to live for, but each other. What do we have to die for, but our love?

I like simple men and complicated women.

Where do you live? In the hearts of men, Sullivan said.

What is the self? Everything you are, without others, without friends or strangers or lovers or children or streets to walk or food to eat or mirrors in which to see yourself. But are you anyone without others?

Someday you'll be a grown-up ... and then your mother will have no one to talk to.

That's what it all comes down to in the end. A person spends his life saying good-bye to other people. How does he say good-bye to himself?

Marriage is something we make from available materials. In this sense it's improvised, it's almost offhand. Maybe this is why we know so little about it. It's too inspired and quicksilver a thing to be clearly understood. Two people make a blur.

a closeness that felt sorry and cheap the minute she walked out of the room.

Marriage is something we make from available materials. In this sense it's improvised, it's almost offhand. Maybe this is why we know so little about it. It's too inspired and quicksilver a thing to be clearly understood. Two people make a blur.

There's a certain man, an archetype, he's a model of dependability for his male friends, all the things a friend should be, an ally and confidant, lends money, gives advice, loyal and so on, but sheer hell on women. Living breathing hell. The closer a woman gets, the clearer it becomes to him that she is not one of his male friends. And the more awful it becomes for her. This is Keith. This is the man you're going to marry.

Everyone was a spook or dupe or asset, a double, courier, cutout or defector, or was related to one. We were all linked in a vast and rhythmic coincidence, a daisy chain of rumor, suspicion and secret wish.

It was not Death that stood before me but only Vernon Dickey, my father-in-law.

It is time to "perform," he thought. She would have to be "satisfied." He would have to "service" her. They would make efforts to "interact.

the basement. "What do you want to do?" she said. "Whatever you want to do." "I want to do whatever's best for you." "What's best for me is to please you," I said. "I want to make you happy, Jack." "I'm happy when I'm pleasing you." "I just want to do what you want to do.

Love helps us develop an identity secure enough to allow itself to be placed in another's care and protection.

The family is the cradle of the world's misinformation. There must be something in family life that generates factual error.

How old were you when you first realized your father was a jerk?" "Twelve and a half," Grappa said.

When I ignore my neighbor (instead of loving him or her as Jesus commands), I am rolling around in my old grave clothes, rather than living as a new creation.