Quotes About Relationships

As she walked home that night, she was shaking from the largeness of it. I didn't know why she seemed so sad and happy at the same time. To love someone was not what she had expected. It was like falling from somewhere high up and breaking in half, and only one person having the secret to the puzzle of putting her back together.

With her mother, Leeda acted a lot.

I'm nothing to you, am I?' Peter said once in a particularly intense arguement about where to find wild turnips. To these kinds of accusations, Tiger Lily would reply that he was trying to make her into his little chicken, and that she would never be anyone's 'little obedient chicken

I'm not a stranger to your love of lost causes, dear one. But you have to be careful who you meet," he said, stoking a pipe thoughtfully. "You can't unmeet them.

No one seemed to notice that Pine Sap had taken his life into his hands by holding hers.

I knew them almost as well as she did, because watching him love Tiger Lily was better than not watching him at all.

life's better with girls. boys need girls.

Actually, May have been thinking of something her mom had said. About how you didn't make friends, but let them happen.

I'm not a stranger to your love of lost causes, dear one. But you have to be careful who you meet," he said, stoking a pipe thoughtfully. "You can't unmeet them." He

except for Aunt Fire, who was never self-aware enough to feel awkward / but you're a girl, someday you'll want to be a prisoner to someone other than yourself

Studying him, I had time to realize I was scared of him. Spending time with him was like opening a window to get air. I didn't know why he chose me to share his blood with when we were kids. And I supposed that's what happens when someone who awes you also chooses to be insterested in you. You can't help but fear it, and you don't want to let it disappear, and you want to be enough to deserve it. I guessed that was a story as old as time.

Tiger Lily, you know Moon Eye isn't for me." "She is," Tiger Lily said. "She's like me. They're two different things. You're …" He swallowed. "You're everything to me. You know that. Don't pretend that you don't." She

Tufty, a recently arrived border terrier, jumped up on her lap, licking her face. Leeda pulled him close, suddenly, and held him, sinking her face into his ears, feeling the warmth of his body against hers, feeling guilty that he wasn't Barky but also feeling happy that he was there. She couldn't imagine holding another person that way. It was love at its simplest.

You don't love someone because they're perfect, you love them in spite of the fact that they're not.

How could he convey to someone who'd never even met her the way she always smelled like rain, or how his stomach knotted up every time he saw her shake loose her hair from its braid? How could he describe how it felt when she finished his sentences, turnec the mug they were sharing so that her mouth landed where his had been? How did he explain the way they could be in a locker room, or underwater, or in the piney woods of Maine, bus as long as Em was with him, he was at home?

You don't love someone because they're perfect, you love them in spite of the fact that they're not.

Let me tell you this: if you meet a loner, no matter what they tell you, it's not because they enjoy solitude. It's because they have tried to blend into the world before, and people continue to disappoint them.

I wondered what happened when you offered yourself to someone, and they opened you, only to discover you were not the gift they expected and they had to smile and nod and say thank you all the same.

I, um, I have this problem. I broke up with my boyfriend, you see. And I'm pretty upset about it, so I wanted to talk to my best friend. [...] The thing is, they're both you.

I'm lonely. Why do you think I had to learn to act so independent? I also get mad too quickly, and I hog the covers, and my second toe is longer than my big one. My hair has it's own zip code. Plus, I get certifiably crazy when I've got PMS. You don't love someone because they're perfect. You love them in spite of the fact that they're not.

The bottom line is that we never fall for the people we're supposed to.

He couldn't just take her home, bed her, and wait for children to pop out. Somewhere in between, he'd have to talk to her.

Love and respect are the most important aspects of parenting, and of all relationships.

I tried all kinds of approaches: sexy, friendly, intimidating—nothing worked. I'm starting to think there's an invisible force field that prevents honest communication between X and Y chromosomes.