Quotes About Relationships

Romantic love is an addiction: a perfectly wonderful addiction when it's going well, and a perfectly horrible addiction when it's going poorly.

My first wife was a brunette, and Barbi Benton, my major romantic relationship of the early 1970s, was a brunette. But since the end of my marriage, all of my girlfriends have been blonds.

The reason you take antidepressants is to feel calm. And romantic love is not calm -it's elation, it's mood swings, and you're killing all that when you take the drug.

Psychologists maintain that the dizzy feeling of intense romantic love lasts only about 18 months to-at best-three years

Love and you shall be loved. All love is mathematically just, as much as two sides of an algebraic equation.

Is it not love that knows how to make smooth things rough and rough things smooth?

To love well is the task in all meaningful relationships, not just romantic bonds.

If all else perished, and he remained, I should still continue to be; and if all else remained, and he were annihilated, the universe would turn to a mighty stranger.

Romantic love is the kite that catches the wind and tenaciously heads for the sky; wisdom is the string that tugs downward, holding it back

Romantic love can be a lot of crap, though, let me tell you. And it can hurt you.

If we don't take that time (to be romantic), then it's karate, then it's ballet, and then there's Christmas, and then my husband is flying off to tour around the world.

But I know how this romantic stuff works: one girl's perfect guy is another girl's reject. And right now I'm glad of it.

Sink into morbid, cynical reflection on how much romantic heartbreak is to do with ego and miffed pride rather than actual loss

I love romantic comedies. I like to watch them and I like to be in them.

The price of love is only love, ... one must love if one desires to be loved.

"And what would humans be without love?" Rare, said Death.

My wife Margaret is the best thing that's ever happened to me.

In one respect I have succeeded as gloriously as anyone who's ever lived: I've loved another with all my heart and soul; and to me, this has always been enough.

I want everyone to meet you. You're my favorite person of all time.

She glanced at the other diners, all of them going into their act, and thought is this what it all boils down to? Romantic love, is this all it is, a talent show?

It isn't possible to love and to part.

All my romantic stories are a scrambled version of that first one.

It had to teach her to think of love as a state of grace: not the means to anything but the alpha and omega, an end it itself.

Loving a person is loving everything but the person. Being in love with that person is loving everything and that person.