Quotes About Relationships

Forgive me," she says now. "For what?" "For everything. Sometimes we can wound each other in ways we don't intend.

He alone amongst all the people she knows uses his two ears and one mouth in that exact proportion. She loves him in a way she

Thomas Christian ladies attend his clinic as faithfully as they attend church, presenting him their aches and pains that are often surrogates for chronic marital woes—he offers placebos and sympathetic homilies, such as "Mullu elayil vinallum, ela mullel vinallum, elakka nashttam." Whether the thorn falls on the leaf, or the leaf falls on the thorn, the leaf suffers. "Aah, aah, you're so right, doctor. My husband is a thorn only, what to do?

What I didn't like was how people talked to me now that I was no longer single; they were nicer. Men who never looked at me would start up a conversation, like I was suddenly some safer form of fire.

A horse gives way to another horse and then suddenly there are two horses, just like that. That's how I loved you.

What is it to go to a We from an I ?

I scuttled without a shell, between houses and wives, a snake between skins, a monster of selfishness, my grotesque needs naked and pink.

If you want to have a good life, you should focus on your family, on your business, on your dog, on your fun, and you'll have a good life.

I don't have anything against my mom, but my family has no emotional connection to each other.

Children who experience anxious or ambivalent attachments to their primary caregivers may "fall in love" too easily, seeking extreme closeness right off the bat and reacting intensely to any suggestion of abandonment.

Many people who hold giver values in life choose matching as their primary reciprocity style at work, seeking an even balance of give and take.

relationships, and reconcile people and even nations. Grace changes the one who receives it, and it also changes the one who gives it.

It's easy to make too much of fathers, I want to say. A

We're not individuals. We're haunted by the living as well as the dead.

I don't know what most people mean when they use the word love. If they haven't contorted their lives around a hope sharp enough to bleed them empty, then I think they're just kidding. A

What he had said to me a moment ago was true. I hadn't been listening to him, not for years. I'd wanted him to be better for so long that I had stopped hearing him tell me he was sick. For the first time I saw him now as a man, not a member of a family. A separate person, who had been trying as hard as he could for most of his life simply to get by.

I vowed never to let that happen again. Never to put myself in a position to be left by a man. It was one of those youthful promises you make to yourself and keep long after you stop recognizing what you are doing, or how it is distorting your life.

how deeply I had made that promise, and how long I had kept it, never being with a man who might leave me. Always maintaining that control. A promise to oneself never to be left. What sleight of mind.

His family seemed, more than anything, incurious about one another. As if they'd known one another well in the past bu had moved on now and resented, without saying as much, the need to keep up.

that feeling of being alone and together at the same time.

Was it this image of the woman she once was that made her fingers tremble? Or did she feel for this man in her bed who'd quietly started weeping for reasons she didn't understand?

It wasn't that I didn't know anyone's phone number—I didn't—it was that only at this moment did I realize I had no one to call. There wasn't a woman, a colleague, or even a relative that I had to contact. Didn't I have a single friend?

She and I were storytellers. Swapping stories constituted our good times. That's what sustained our marriage until, I guess, stories weren't enough.

Was this what a family was, how it grew—straight as the children's teeth? Sure, there was an arm in a sling and over time the grandparents disappeared from the photos. The occasions changed, as did the dogs. But this was a family, start to finish, without wars or famines or political prisons, without a stranger coming to town to drown your daughter.