Quotes About Relationships

Being upset with someone actually bringa you back together.

Interesting when someone wants to play you but then upset when you put an end to being played.

Being upset is no reason for a man to put his hands on you.

I want to hate you, I'm mad as hell, oh but a part of me still loves you, and hopes and prays to God you're doing well.

There are times I want to be mad, there are times I want to give up, there are times I want to cry, but no matter how many times I think about that, I always end up saying, Damn, I love you so much.

That upsetting moment when you lost respect for someone you really cared about.

We are all weird. And life is weird. And when we find someone whose weirdness is compatible with ours, we call it love.

Don't ever change for someone who is not willing to change anything about them for you.

You can pretend to be anyone you want. But when it comes to love, I mean real love, the best thing is just be yourself.

At your absolute best, you still won't be good enough for the wrong person. At your worst, you'll still be worth it to the right person.

The best parts of you will only be appreciated by the one who deserves you.

Loneliness is no excuse for compromise. Be comfortable with yourself before you choose to be with someone else just to avoid being alone.

The person you need to be loved by should love you for who you are, not for what they want you to be.

Someone you love will love you because you're not perfect, but because you're you and you are unique.

Changing your looks and lifestyle to please someone is a waste of time because if they really love you - they will accept you for you.

True love means you love a person for what they are, not for what you think they should be

Our furthest-reaching resolutions are always made in a short-lived state of mind. I could barely conceive that the strange substance inhering in Gilberte, and radiating from her parents and the house where she lived, making me feel indifferent to everything else, could detach itself from her person and migrate into another.

I asked myself whether marriage with Albertine would not spoil my life, as well by making me assume the burden, too heavy for my shoulders, of consecrating myself to another person, as by forcing me to live in absence from myself because of her continual presence and depriving me, forever, of the delights of solitude.

But I had long since ceased trying to extract from a woman the square root of her unknown, as it were, which did not often survive a simple introduction.

You will find the Comte de Crisenoy," whom I had never lost, for the simple reason that I did not know him.

You hadn't heard 'Teaser Augustus'?" the Princesse d'Épinay would ask. "But of course," the Marquise de Bavano would reply with a blush, "the Princesse de Sarsina-La Rochefoucauld told me about it, but not in quite the same terms. But it must have been so much more interesting to hear it repeated like that in the company of my cousin," she added, as though she had been speaking of a song accompanied by the composer himself.

To tell the truth, I had reached the point with Albertine where (if everything continues in the same way, if things follow the normal course) a woman has no more interest for us except as the means of transition to another woman.

A threat was to materialize, however, coming from a source I had never seen as a potential danger—that is, from Gilberte and myself. I should really have been disturbed by what reassured me, by what I took for happiness. In love, happiness is an abnormal state, capable of instantly conferring on the pettiest-seeming incident, which can occur at any moment, a degree of gravity that in other circumstances it would never have.

We lie all our life long, especially indeed, perhaps only, to those people who love us.