Quotes About Relationships

Quella di Jean Claude era un vento freddo e tempestoso, mentre quella di Richard era elettricità rovente.

We would never go shopping together or eat an entire cake while we complained about men. He'd never invite me over to his house for dinner or a barbecue. We'd never be lovers. But there was a very good chance that one of us would be the last person the other saw before we died. It wasn't friendship the way most people understood it, but it was friendship. There were several people I'd trust with my life, but there is no one else I'd trust with my death.

When people ask if love can last they always seem to mean romantic love, but there are all kinds of love, and they can all last.

My father had taught me to be nice first, because you can always be mean later, but once you've been mean to someone, they won't believe the nice anymore. So be nice, be nice, until it's time to stop being nice, then destroy them.

anyone who ever said love conquers all was a fucking liar. Love is a good place to start, but it's a start, not an end.

Come si può amare qualcuno e non desiderarne la felicità?»

The person who knew you best when you were seventeen will always have a claim on you, no matter how much you change. There's something seductive and magnetic about it, the feeling of being understood like that. I suppose it goes both ways. (19)

It's amazing, really, the things two people think they know about each other.

And here's something else I learned: you lose some people that way—fast and blinding. But some people inch away from you slowly, in barely discernible steps. In the end it almost doesn't matter. They're just as gone.

He was fed up with me by then; I knew that: the way my sadness was a suit of armor. How securely I kept him out.

Love was foolish and inevitable. We were just waiting to be shattered by it. The days were finite, full of awe.

The person who knew you best when you were seventeen will always have a claim on you, no matter how much you change. There's something seductive and magnetic about it, the feeling of being understood like that. I suppose it goes both ways.

And here's something else I learned: you lose some people that way - fast and blinding. But some people inch away from you slowly, in barely discernible steps.

My English is much better than my sister Elisa's," he adds affably. "Your English ees better," Elisa snaps, "because you love to talk to foreign girls. All foreign girls," she adds, sweeping her cold, dark, mascaraed gaze around at us to emphasize her message: that her brother is a big slut and we shouldn't be flattered by his attentions.

Sometimes I think hanging out with boys would be an awful lot simpler. And then I remember how much they like to make fart jokes, and I change my mind again.

Andrea's really good-looking," I say to Kendra in a low voice when I hear the Vespa and the jeep start up. "Whatever." She shrugs. "The weird thing? I love to, you know, hook a boy on the line, but when I do? I don't care about 'em anymore. I'm funny that way.

I had a really good time tonight. Tons of boys hanging off me. And I could see it was really messing with her head--she kept giving me these dirty looks. So I'm going to get as many boys as I can running after me this summer. Just to make Elisa really…" She pauses. "What would Kelly say? Narked. " Now her smile's real. "I want to make Elisa narked. " I smile back: the English word sounds really cool in her American accent.

I lied quickly, remembering a Cosmo article I'd read that had exhorted me to "keep it light and airy and happy" when talking to a new guy because most "normal" guys didn't respond so well to hard-bitten cynicism.

Some sort of weird, shared inexplicable draw to fall in love with people who hurt and betray us.

There were plenty of great guys out there, and there was no need to get stuck on a jerk. Even if he was adorable and seemed perfectly sweet and genuine. Emily

Her mother would be appalled, but she wouldn't say anything. She would just telegraph her distress with tightened lips and raised brows. She was good at that. Clemmie's mother's brows were better than sign language, complicated concepts conveyed with the minimum of movement.

If you want to be loved, don't take on responsibility.

Love is supposed to ennoble the soul, not degrade it.

If you want to be loved, don't take on responsibility.