Quotes About Relationships

Losing their names is a step in losing respect. Knowing their names is the first step in regaining our connection.

All flourishing is mutual

One thing I've learned in the woods is that there is no such thing as random. Everything is steeped in meaning, colored by relationships, one thing with another.

Respiration—the source of energy that lets us farm and dance and speak. The breath of plants gives life to animals and the breath of animals gives life to plants. My breath is your breath, your breath is mine. It's the great poem of give and take, of reciprocity that animates the world. Isn't that a story worth telling? Only when people understand the symbiotic relationships that sustain them can they become people of corn, capable of gratitude and reciprocity

My natural inclination was to see relationships, to seek the treads that connect the world, to join instead of divide. But science is rigorous in separating the observer from the observed, and the observed from the observer.

Each of us comes from people who were once indigenous. We can reclaim our membership in the cultures of gratitude that formed our old relationships with the living earth.

But things don't just fall apart. People break them.

Not that my arms are getting tired or anything, but... how much longer is the hugging phase going to last?

They say our mothers really know how to push our buttons–because they installed them.

In my dating career, I had found that mothers seemed to like me; fathers did not. Period. So I tended to avoid contact with the dads. I assumed that this wasn't personal. Rather, it was simply the fact that I was a hormone-laden, male teenager with a fully functional penis, who happened to be in the presence of their daughters.

Dad turned to Kurt. "You must be the boy I keep hearing about." "I guess so," Kurt said. "Well, Kurt," Dad said, "just remember that I specialize in tying things to rockets and sending them into space. And sometimes they accidentally blow up." "Dad." "You'll have no reason to kill me, sir." "Kurt. You make sure she doesn't cry, okay?" Dad smiled happily at Kurt and then sagely at me.

When you lose your temper, you lose a friend. When you lie, you lose yourself.

He tends to go for girls who are-Shelby, honey? Put your hands over your ears for just a sec." Back into the phone he said, "He likes the real slutty ones. Ow!" he yelled when he received a whop to the back of the head.

I just wanted to make you happy," he said. "Are you happy?" "I've been happy a couple of times. What can I do so that you can join me?" He laced his fingers through hers and holding her hands, stretched her arms up above her head, holding them there. "Baby, you don't have to do anything but be present.

Are you sure?" "I've never been more sure about anything. I want this. If you can't stay here, I'll go anywhere you want to go." "But Jack, you love it here!" "Don't you realize I love you more? I need you in my life. You and our baby. God, Mel—I don't care where that happens. As long as it happens.

Tom, how many children do you think I have to have before I figure out you get them by having sex?" "Of course there would be protection," he offered. "Tons of it.

It's no good to lose touch with people who mean a lot,

It's rude to discuss your wife with your girlfriend

Why don't I give her a bottle while you eat. I brought coffee." "Really, I didn't know they made men like you," she said, letting him follow her into the kitchen. When he put down the plate and thermos, she handed over the baby and tested the bottle. "You seem very comfortable with a newborn. For a man. A man with some nieces in Sacramento." He just smiled at her. She passed him the bottle and got out two coffee mugs.

You should get a better boyfriend. One with an IQ higher than a turnip.

He'd never been shy, but he'd always been a little uncertain around girls. He just couldn't believe they liked him.

here is something you should probably know about women without being told. We don't want to have to tell a man we need to be wanted. We'd really like that to come naturally. We'd like a man to pursue us because he wants us, not because he's out of options.

He said he loved me and wanted me no matter what my past had been like, no matter what load I was bringing along. That's never been a secret in our family—that

Demand, belittle, insult, accuse, sulk, punish with the meanest words. It was just a matter of degrees; abuse is abuse.