Quotes About Relationships

Fighting with your best friend is NO fun.

You can pick your friends. You can pick your nose...but you can't pick your friends' noses. Well, I didn't get to pick my parents. I am glad that I have them, though. I just wish that I wouldn't have to spend the rest of my life picking one of them and not the other. - Amber Brown

Love is blind, but marriage is a real eye-opener.

Sometimes he though her coolness not so much a cover as the thing itself, an emptiness

When he had first known her, the violent decisiveness with which she judged people had charmed him. For Emma, people were enemies or protectors. Even though the charm had worn off, he sometimes envied her–her sense of others devoid of the kind of complex and enervating reflections he was given to–for within her limits she was clear while he, he thought, moved in a permanent blur.

Instead of humbly following along behind Jesus, I've let myself get sidetracked by a myriad of temptations: overly ambitious creative projects, delusions about my own importance, worrisome relationships, secret small addictions, stubborn resentments, and a hundred forms of self-indulgence.

People belong to each other only as long as they both believe. He stopped believing.

But love is love. It makes you do terribly stupid things.

Knowing he was suffering pained me. That's the way love tangles you up. I couldn't stop loving him, and couldn't shut off the feelings of wanting to care for him— but I also didn't have to run to answer his letters. I was hurting, too, and no one was running to me.

I knew that I could hate him all I wanted for the way he was hurting me, but I couldn't ever stop loving him, absolutely, for what he was.

There are things I didn't see before, like how nice it is to have someone around. Not the white knight whisking you away, but the fellow who sits at your table every night and tells you what he is thinking.

He and I had already had our time, and though it was still very close and real to me, as beautiful and poignant as any place on a map, it was, in truth, another time—another country.

Are you always this wise, Ruth?" "Only when it comes to other people's lives.

You make your life with someone and you love that person and you think it's enough. But it's never enough, is it? I couldn't say. I don't know anything about love anymore.

In Paris, you couldn't really turn around without seeing the result of lovers' bad decisions. An artist given to sexual excess was almost a cliché, but no one seemed to mind. As long as you were making something good or interesting or sensational, you could have as many lovers as you wanted and ruin them all.

I've sometimes thought that being loved a little less than others can actually make a person, rather than ruin them.

At twenty-eight I'd had a handful of beaux, but had only been in love once, and that had been awful enough to make me doubt men and myself for a good long while.

People belong together to each other only as long as they believe. He stopped believing.

Those early days in Paris were nearly forty years behind him and yet, in the final pages he writes of Hadley, "I wished I had died before I ever loved anyone but her.

You make your life with someone and you love that person and you think it's enough. But it's never enough, is it?

i liked feeling strong and was uncomfortable knowing that had vanished whne he left. was my happiness so completely tied to him now that i could only feel like myself when he was near? i had no idea.

Who, when you got right down to it, knew a goddamned thing about love?

That was the thing about experience. It took distant strangers and made them a family. A family of one moment. There was no other way to see it, even as we scattered to the wind.

People belong to each other only as long as they both believe.