Quotes About Relationships

But now all I could think about was that, yes, Harry used to scowl when I outmaneuvered him on the chess board, but his eyes had gleamed. He'd called me princess and horrible girl, and I'd called him old man.

Sometimes you have an idea of a person — about who they are, about what you'd be like together. But sometimes that's all that it is: an idea. And for so long, I have been afraid that I loved the idea of Emily more than I will ever be capable of loving anyone real." He looked at me like the act of soing so was painful and sweet. "It was never just the idea of you, Avery.

Et tu, Henry?" Asher held a hand to his chest. Henry didn't bat an eye. He was clearly used to the dramatics.

When you were a kid," he continued, his voice even and low, "Your mother taught you to observe people. She also taught you not to get attached.

You're a very pretty girl...Did you know? Once upon a time, I had a pretty, pretty boy.' She reached forward and touched my cheek with one manicured hand.

Aching for them, I wondered who had made Skye so desperate to be the center of someone's world that she couldn't even love her own children, for fear they wouldn't love her back enough.

Before I liked cars, yachts, having a door to lock, and you. :)

was starting to sink in that for the rest of my life, the people I met, the people I became close to—there would always be a chance that they saw me as a payout.

Home isn't a place. It's not having a bed to come home to, or a yard, or a Christmas tree at the holidays. Home is the people who love you.

Girlfriend number seventeen," Asher replied. "Before Sophie and after Sarah." "You'd had seventeen girlfriends by the time you were fourteen?" I asked. "The ladies, he replied with a shrug. They love me. It's because I'm so charming." "You're balancing on one leg on the roof of a chapel. You're not charming. You're an idiot.

That was the first time I'd said that last bit out loud. Toby Hawthorne loved my mother. She loved him. It had been an epic, seaside kind of love. Literally. Just knowing that made me feel like I'd been lying to myself every time I'd pretended that I didn't have feelings, that things didn't have to be messy.

but at the end of the day, even if you thought that you'd manipulated our grandfather into this, I guarantee that he'd be the one manipulating you.

Home is the people who love you.

I take it Asher called you?" "What's your endgame here, Henry? Why are you going?

She loved him. It hurt to love him, and she loved him anyway.He left her, and she loved him anyway.

She sought Sheffield Grayson out, Avery. The man blamed our family for his nephew's death. He slept with her out of spite. God knows why Skye did it, but I was the result.

But after reading even just a couple of my mom's postcards? It was getting harder to ignore Grayson's presence beside me, harder not to think about Jameson. My eyes stung, even though there was zero reason for me to be crying.

Grayson jerked to a halt, every muscle in his body taut. "Don't you say her name." His posture was angry, but his voice sounded like it was about to crumble. Like I'd gutted him. Not just Jameson. My mouth went dry. Emily didn't just matter to Jameson.

Libby's on-again, off-again boyfriend—who had a fondness for punching walls and extolling his own virtues for not punching Libby

So take whatever time you need. Figure out how you feel. Figure out if Dean makes you feel the way I do, if he'll ever let you in, and if you want him to, because the next time my lips touch yours, the next time your hands are buried in my hair—the only person you're going to be thinking about is me.

I use knowing things about people as an excuse to keep them from knowing me.

I moved on from Emily," he said. "Gray didn't. And I know in my soul that if he had, he could have loved you. He would have.

had spent a lifetime treating me like an afterthought, if that. I hadn't seen him in more than a year. But now that I'd inherited billions? There he was.

Jameson bringing me closer to Grayson instead of pushing me away. I held the picture out, and Grayson's fingers brushed mine as he took it.