Quotes About Relationships

Dieu avait fait en sorte de rendre les adolescents insupportables pour que les parents se réjouissent lorsqu'ils quittent le nid familial.

Um . . . well, I see most of the people I want to see. And I don't really see the point of it otherwise, unless you want to show off and all that." "That," said Kim-Ange, "is annoyingly sensible. And misses out on the joy of showing off.

don't know why they say love means never having to say you're sorry," said Polly suddenly. "I think it means having to say you're sorry A LOT.

She realized suddenly that despite all the new exciting feelings - of autonomy of freedom - that she'd felt since she arrived, she'd been missing the simple familiarity that came with ... well, someone you understood, she supposed.

We'd even devised the Buffy scale of life relationships: you start off wanting Xander, spend your twenties going out with Spike and setttle down with giles.

What's the good of news if you haven't a sister to share it?

I have the most amazing support network around me.

You'd rather make up a fantasy version of somebody in your head than be with a real person.

There's a Korean word my grandma taught me. It's called jung. It's the connection between two people that can't be severed, even when love turns to hate. You still have those old feelings for them; you can't ever completely shake them loose of you; you will always have tenderness in your heart for them.

You only like guys you don't have a chance with, because you're scared.

I love Jere more than anybody. He's my brother, my family. I hate myself for doing this. But when I see you two together, I hate him too." His voice broke. "Don't marry him. Don't be with him. Be with me.

I've only ever loved two boys—both of them with the last name Fisher. Conrad was first, and I loved him in a way that you can really only do the first time around. It's the kind of love that doesn't know better and doesn't want to—it's dizzy and foolish and fierce. That kind of love is really a one-time-only thing.

I love Conrad and I probably always would. I would spend my whole life loving him one way or another. Maybe I would get married, maybe I would have a family, but it wouldn't matter, because a piece of my heart, the piece where summer lived, would always be Conrad's

If you were mine, I would never have broken up with you, not in a million years.

I hated to leave her and I hated to be near her, because she made me remember what I wanted most to forget.

I hated him more than anything. I loved him more than anything. Because, he was everything. And I hated that, too.

Don't marry him. Don't be with him. Be with me.

It's a known fact that in life, you can't have everything. In my heart I knew I loved them both, as much as possible to love two people at the same time. Conrad and I were linked, we would always be linked. That wasn't something I could do away with. I knew that now—that love wasn't something you could erase, no matter how hard you tried.

Margot would say she belongs to herself. Kitty would say she belongs to no one. And I guess I would say I belong to my sisters and my dad, but that won't always be true. To belong to someone—I didn't know it, but now that I think about, it seems like that's all I've ever wanted. To really be somebody's, and to have them be mine.

There are two kinds of girls in this world. The kind who breaks hearts and the kind who gets her heart broken.

I couldn't even be mad at him, because this was who he was. This was who he'd always been. He'd never lied about that. He gave and then he took away. I felt it in the pit of my stomach, the familiar ache, that lost, regretful feeling only he could give me. I never wanted to feel it again. Never, ever. Maybe this was why I came, so I could really know. So I could say good-bye.

Being vulnerable, letting people in, getting hurt... it's all part of being in love.

Sometimes it hurts to look at you," I said. I loved that I could say that and he knew exactly what I meant.

Kitty's always saying how origin stories are important. At college, when people ask us how we met, how will we answer them? The short story is, we grew up together. But that's more Josh's and my story. High school sweet-hearts? That's Peter and Gen's story. So what's ours, then? I suppose I'll say it all started with a love letter.