Quotes About Relationships

Except that, almost against his will, he did care about Robin. He felt familiar stirrings of a desire to make her happy that irked him . . .

In a family there is always something or other going awry… Henrik Ibsen, Rosmersholm

He felt as though his capacity for loving had been blunted, the nerve endings severed.

A lot of men find it hard to hear how well their other halves get on with other men.

People change in ten years,' the therapist had responded. 'Why does it have to be a question of you being mistaken in Matthew? Perhaps it's simply that you've both changed?

Strike, who had heard the testimony of Brittany Brockbank and Rhona Laing and many others like them, knew that most women's rapists and killers were not strangers in masks who reached out of the dark space under the stairs. They were the father, the husband, the mother's or the sister's boyfriend...

Strike had recently helped several wealthy young women rid themselves of City husbands who had become much less attractive to them since the financial crash.

We don't love each other; we love the idea we have of each other.

Robin did not know why the announcement that Strike was off to meet Elin should lower her spirits.

The More People I Meet, The More I Like My Dog.

When Ed found out I was seein' Kea again, everyfing turned to shit between us. We couldn' talk wivvout tellin' each other 'ow much of a fuckin' bastard we fort the ovver one was…

He liked Robin; he was grateful to her; he was even (after this morning) impressed by her; but, having normal sight and an unimpaired libido, he was also reminded every day she bent over the computer monitor that she was a very sexy girl.

In a family there is always something or other going awry…

She and I aren't each other's favorite people.

I thought you'd come back I thought you'd stop me marrying him I didn't think you'd let me do it

Robin's personal experience of the wilder shores of sexual adventurousness was non-existent. She'd only ever had one sexual partner and had reasons beyond the usual for wishing to trust the person with whom she went to bed.

Robin wondered how aware men were of the power dynamics that played out between them, while women stood watching.

Let's try again.' But they had already tried, again and again and again, and always, when the first crashing wave of mutual longing subsided, the ugly wreck of the past lay revealed again, its shadow lying darkly over everything they tried to rebuild.

Look me in the eye and tell me you've loved anyone, since, like you loved me." "No I haven't," he said, "and thank fuck for that.

The women most readily drawn to Strike were, in Polworth's view, neurotic, chaotic and occasionally dangerous, and their fondness for the bent-nosed ex-boxer indicated a subconscious desire for something rocklike to which they could attach themselves like limpets.

He was alone now, and at a kind of peace. None of the affairs or one-night stands he'd had since Charlotte had touched the essential part of him. He'd sometimes wondered since whether Charlotte had not stunted his ability to feel deeply.

Sometimes she found casual physical contact with men almost unbearable

You can bloody hate someone and still wish they gave a shit about you and hate yourself for wishing it

She'd spent nearly half her life with Matthew, and not until a hard, bright diamond ear stud had appeared in their bed had she realized that he was living a life apart, and was not, and perhaps never had been, the man she thought she knew.