Quotes About Relationships

The most basic and somehow forgettable thing is this: Love is not pain. Love is goodness.

Sometimes you build up these walls, you build and you build and you build up these walls and you think they're so strong, but then someone can come along and tip them over with only his fingers, or the weight of his breath.

You could care enough to keep a secret, but you could care enough to tell one, too.

It's the people who know you and love you that save you.

No, Mom. I said fine." "It's just your tone." Ah, yes- the tone. The nasty traitor.

I wondered if parents had an easier time with the secrets their children kept than children did with the secrets of their parents. A parent's secrets seemed like some sort of betrayal, where my own just seemed like a fact of life and growing up and away. I was supposed to be independent, but he was supposed to be available. Him having his own life seemed selfish, where me having my own was the right order of things.

Most of our parents wanted the best for us, I knew, but we also wanted the best for them.

Most people, it seems like they've only got one part of the equation down. Caring for themselves, or caring for someone else. And I'v learned how important it is to have both.

Another person is, at the heart of it, unknowable. And if you cannot know a person enough to always guess what they're capable of, you certainly cannot know them enough to hold them in your hands, to control their behavior, to fight, manipulate, cajole or nurse or soothe them into doing what they should or shouldn't. People will do what they will do. The trick is admitting your own helplessness about that little fact.

In the two months I had also dated Justin Fellowes, this guy in my Spanish class, though after three weeks we decided we should "see other people," which in my case was a joke, but it beat hearing him remark on everything I ate. 'I don't know why girls are always on a diet,' he'd say when I ordered a Diet Coke, and 'You should watch your starch intake' when I had a muffin.

The problem is, she's done things too often because she didn't what to disappoint people.

You take care of the people you love, but it's true, too, that you take care of the things you own.

She realizes that all big decisions are ones that must be decided and decided again. She imagines that when you fall in love, you must decide to be in love a million times or more, and when you go to college, you must decide again and again to stay in college,

What's that about? Love must be more about power than we think, if even in its most intimate moment of expression we think about not being the one who risks the most.

I know parental embarrassment usually stops somewhere at fifteen, but he just kept on giving me good reasons.

Men are trouble" "Amen to that." Peach said. "You were happily married for fifty years," Miz June said, "I don't understand why you are agreeing." "He Left Me." Peach said "He DIED." "Same thing.

A human heart is the size of two hands clasped together. Imagine your own hands joined, or your hand in someone else's, because that is what hands are for, and what hearts are for: holding each other. This can be very, very hard to remember when hearts have been so broken.

I kept trying to talk myself out of my second thoughts when they were trying to help me. My advice? When it comes to relationships, second thoughts should be promoted.

It doesn't matter if we're young. If you love someone, and it's right...We can make it the whole way, Crick.

You have the ability to just go on and forget people and how much they are meant, but I don't. You can people in their own little boxes and leave them there. So much for love. So much for soul mates. I'm sorry you don't want to believe the best or how I can change. You put a stake through the heart. I'm the only one who cared enough to suffer like this.

This is what I know. Don't settle for 40, 50, even 80 percent. A relationship—it shouldn't be too small or too tight or even a little scratchy. It shouldn't be embarrassing or uncomfortable or downright ugly. It shouldn't take up space in your closet out of a guilty conscience or convenience or a moment of desire. Do you hear me? It should be perfect for you. It should be lasting.

Shakti always said we should have a guy we wanted to keep shaving our legs for. I knew what she meant." pg. 129

You knew me. You KNOW me. I can't imagine my life without you, without someone who knows me that well.

Life and our love for others is a balancing act, I understand then; a dance between our instinct to be safe and hold fast, and our drive to flee, to run - from danger, toward new places to feed ourselves.