Quotes About Relationships

Why is there ever this perverse cruelty in humankind, that makes us hurt most those we love best?

Oh love and hate are two sides of the same blade

what does it matter if I've become mute in a world where there is no one to talk to?

Talking is existing.

Connection and position lead to success.

I adore correspondence. When a letter arrives from a friend it is like getting a small present.

There is no explanation for love. But love is all that matters, isn't it?

There's no explanation for love. But love is all that matters, isn't it?

People parted, years passed, they met again- and the meeting proved no reunion, offered no warm memories, only the acid knowledge that time had passed and things weren't as bright or attractive as they had been.

A man must feel he runs things, but as long as you control yourself, you control him.

each time it would hurt less, and afterward she would love Lyon less, until one day there would be nothing left Ã¢â'¬â€ no hurt, and no love. She

Close friendships with girls come early in life. After thirty it becomes harder to make new friends Ã¢â'¬â€ there are fewer hopes, dreams or anticipations to share.

wow it was sad the break up thing in xmas but in the end they got back together but the father soo hush to the children

umm... abit gross it kinda about boyfriend and girlfriend kinda going throw then they break up then they love each other then they make up again and the girl father said u have to come home until 9pm but the girls want more time to be with her boyfriend :)

Dad said Aunty Sue was a godsend. If that was so, I wasn't surprised. God was probably happy to have got rid of her.

I've come to the conclusion that liking a person we are required to have dealings with is not of paramount importance. But respect is crucial, on both sides, as is tolerance, and a depth of understanding of those influences that sculpt a character.

If I loved someone enough, I would go anywhere in the world with them." —Staggerlee

He wondered where that stuff went to, where love went to, how a person could just love somebody one day and boom –- the next day love somebody else.

I think I'd rather have my heart broke than do the breaking. —Lena

Do you remember . . . ? someone's always asking and someone always does.

Maybe all over the world there were daughters who knew their mothers as young girls and old women, inside and out, deep. I wasn't one of them. Even when I was a baby, my memory of her is being only halfway here.

Aunt Lucinda, Miss Bell and whatever neighbor has a breath or two left at the end of the day for sitting and running our mouths.

I am smart enough to realize that people are the most trying creatures on earth and we drain energy from one another in wasteful useless ways and that would make those who need that energy from you pay a price.

Cats regard people as warm-blooded furniture.