Quotes About Relationships

Dating's all about giving you chances to bump and brush and touch and, occasionally, talk.

What is it that some women think a man who's been eatin' buffet all his life will suddenly settle in for the same menu every night once he tastes their cookin'?

In my old age, I was at last being permitted to make the discovery that lovemaking gets better and better with time, if it's with someone you care for.

Sooner or later you end up making deals with women. It's an injustice, really.

You were born with the power to change others. You change people by the way you treat them. That is what changes the human heart.

Get close enough to someone and his or her halo slips--not because they're bad, but because they're mortal.

I told her that saying goodbye didn't matter, not a bit. What mattered were all the days you were together before that, all the things you remembered.

I spent the months with Houston regretting leaving you. When I heard you were no longer with my grandfather, I thought I had lost you. I don't ever wish to live through that time again." Perhaps

He'd misjudged her, badly.

I write you a letter that begins With I love you and ends with I love you and Somewhere in the middle is one goodbye for Every hurt

Katharine: I can't keep up with you! Tom: I don't want you to keep up. I love you for yourself. - Death on the Family Tree

Your skill can never buy you love. It may win you admiration and envy, but never love. If that was what you were after, you have wasted your time.

It is hard work to win back love. But don't give up. Those who persevere find more happiness in earning love than they do in gaining it.

Children who are not loved themselves often find it difficult to love others.

there are no separate lives; each life and individual character exists in relation to every other life: dead, living, yet to live.

She had thought because he loved her body that he cherished it. But now she saw that he took her body to be a dream of his own. It gave him pleasure, it gave him work, it gave him comfort, and profit. It was even more completely his body than his own, since if he needed to, he could discard it. Nothing she had imagined about who she was to him was true. At that moment, she became his widow.

men hunt by pretending to be the brothers of the prey they seek, and women hunt by impersonating the mothers of their prey.

I think if I could have a boyfriend like my brothers I'd be really happy. But without the brother thing.

I know some sisters who only see each other on Mother's Day and some who will never speak again. But most are like my sister and me... linked by volatile love, best friends who make other best friends ever so slightly less best.

I kind of felt like he carried his whole self around with him. When he was with me, he was really with me.

Like all their peers they went about things in the reverse order to the practice of their parents generation. They had sex, realised they got on really well then fell in love.

The paradox is that we can only truly love each other when we also love something beyond each other.

Unless we learn how to handle betrayal and the torturous, obsessional relationships that evolve out of treachery, we add to the betrayal of the planet. Trust is restored when we learn to trust ourselves and build trust with others. There is no other way.

Anyone who hasn't experienced the ecstasy of betrayal knows nothing about ecstasy at all. JEAN GENET, PRISONER OF LOVE