Quotes About Relationships

The difference between belief and trust can be monumental. We may believe in others, but do we really trust them? To firmly trust people means putting your own successes and health in their hands.

Her love was a glob of phlegm on life's high street.

He was just a boy. She was just a girl. It was biologically determined that things would be complicated.

Love wasn't a state change. Romance might be, and lust, and like, but they were just the preconditions. Love was the choice you made; day in, day out.

He's kind, yes, but he will hurt you nonetheless, because he will leave. This is not his place. You've only to look in his eyes.

No doubt her uncle had his reasons.

It was easy to talk to Begu. Perhaps because she said such strange things, perhaps because Hild got the sense she never took people seriously.

She and Eric were not looking at each other, but I could tell that, in the way of some couples, they were intensely aware of each other's body language and were exchanging a private communication.

She was a piece of work. He was better off without her.

If I'd known that all it took to worm my way into a woman's heart was to let her beat the shit out of me, my early life would have been different.

If Gwladus was here, maybe the lady would smile sometimes. Maybe she wouldn't be so pitiless.

Begu was the only person who didn't make her angry. With Begu she didn't have to think.

Hild realised her mother had deflected her somehow, as she always did.

We had never really talked to each other after I was nine years old. She had been busy and I had been resentful. I had grown up independent, and then she had not known how to find me. I wasn't even sure she wanted to, or what she might find if she did.

You should talk to people. Ordinary people about ordinary things. Like you used to with Cian.

You musn't let her treat you as badly as she treats herself.

She didn't like the princely Boldcloak much. She missed her Cian. Missed the Cian she might have told of misjudging bandits and what eagles saw.

He drinks coffee. I kill the people who mess with his girlfriends.

Watch man and woman, her mother had said, put yourself inside them. Imagine what they're thinking.

It was strange, seeing her in clothes I had not bought or lent her, drinking wine she had selected without my advice, without needing me there.

Onnen liked Mulstan, Hild could tell. She also knew Onnen liked the way he ran his holdings, though it lacked the fine and sharp efficiency a woman would bring to the housebold. She liked his daughter and his servants and the ease his housefolk felt in the hall. And she leaned in towards him as though she liked his smell. And Mulstan liked her; Hild saw the way his nostrils flared as Onnen laughed at something he said and patted his arm.

Hild watched them and the other not-yet-girdled girls-Cille and Leofe, who were already meant for each other, and half a dozen younger-and wondered when her mother might choose her gemæcce and who it might be.

Bed games were one thing, keys another.

Most of the women were frank in their assessment of the men, gossiping about which make a good husband, which good sport. Hild mostly listened to the birds.