Quotes About Relationships

A man doesn't always make room in his life for appreciating certain things that seem to be under women's auspices, but there's a satisfaction in some of them. The toilet seat, though. Up. And there are other grim pleasures in doing things he didn't used to get to do. Cigar right at the kitchen table. Slim Jims for dinner.

He'd come to realize people were made for that: sharing, being with one another.

I'm just saying I think people are meant to be with people. You suffer in a marriage; but alone, you suffer more. Did you ever read that Mark Twain book Extracts from Adam's Diary? Adam thought Eve was a real pain in the ass, talking too much, looking at her reflection in the pond all the time, getting them expelled from Paradise, for Christ's sake! But what he said at the end was that he was better off living outside the Garden with Eve than inside it without her.

You know who does it right? You know who does loving right?" "Who?" "Nobody. I mean, people can't even Ã¢â'¬Â¦ If you get a cat because you just loooove cats, you're going to have plenty of days when you hate it because it's acting like a cat. Do you know what I'm saying?

I learned that the frustration and anger that comes up in these situations go both ways: you're frustrated and/or angry with your parents and they're frustrated and/or angry with you.

That is the gift of love, not only that you have somebody but that you are changed by somebody.

You know I love you, but you are one of the most exasperating people I have ever met.

Nothing will bring lovers closer together than people trying to keep them apart

Love purifies everything

Every mother has the assurance that her baby will love her. But a baby has no assurance at all of being loved in return.

He resents the very posture of people who are online, the way they bend their backs over their various devices, blocking out any possibility that they might engage with a real live person, who would never come with enough apps to satisfy them

You know, if I've learned anything in my life, it's this: you can push away everything but love. It will not leave. It will wait. Unto death, it will wait. You might as well accept it. You might as well give it freely, too—even more than freely. Anything else is pure exhaustion.

He resents the very posture of people who are online, the way they bend their backs over their various devices, blocking out any possibility that they might engage with a real live person, who would never come with enough apps to satisfy them, let's face it.

Arthur feels an impulse to tell her he'd love to have her company anytime. He feels like she's the smallest little plant, dying from lack of water. But then he realizes he must tread carefully in this regard. People who don't feel cared for are not always comfortable being cared for.

Elizabeth Berg

Don't we all want company in some form, are we not attracted to the idea of a body beside us in a thunderstorm, or another voice to help decide on dinner, to share astonishment at the latest political buffoonery or appreciation for the lush sets on Downton Abbey? Are we not, at our most basic, social animals, people who need other people, whether we want to or not?

There is an algorithm for the way humans were designed: love and be loved. Follow it and you're happy. Fight against it and you're not. It's so simple, it's hard to understand.

Marriage is a funny thing. It only really makes sense to the ones who are in it together, and not even always then.

welcome antidote to the speed of modern life. By their very nature, letters allow for more consideration of the words and thoughts that someone is offering you, in part because they prevent interruption.

If I were her? First thing I'd do is torch my little black book and start over again. Because the men that woman attracts are just plain odd.

Pity the selfishness of lovers: it is brief, a forlorn hope; it is impossible.

Solitary and farouche people don't have relationships; they are quite unrelatable.

But surely love wouldn't get so much talked about if there were not something in it?

a heart that is not shared with others, beloved by another, only withers and dies.