Quotes About Relationships

How many men do y'all reckon there are in the world? What—three, maybe four billion, and of all of those potential mates, he's the bastard I picked to have kids with. I should have my head examined.

That guilt is a jealous lover.

I don't understand it, you know. I was married for forty years before the Good Lord took my Aggie. I would've given my right arm and probably my left for a few more years with her and today . . . most marriages are thrown away before they've even begun. A shame, that's what it is, a damned shame.

A man who can't love but desperately needs to be loved is a dangerous thing indeed.

Friends can be a pain. They can be demanding and hard work. But maybe that's because they're the wrong friends. I read a quote once, can't remember who by, but they said that your friends aren't necessarily the people you like best, they're just the people who got there first.

I loved her more than she loved me, that was the problem. A basic imbalance. Relationships like that never last, however hard you try. And now she's pregnant and in love with a man who'll never love her the way she loves him. It's a series of vicious circles, and the only way to stop it is to find someone who loves you the same. No power struggle. No insecurities. Just friendship. Because you can never be friends with someone if you love them too much.

She wondered if that was how it worked, that while most women spent their lives searching for the perfect man, men sat around waiting to be chosen and then made the best of it.

My father insisted that the boys in my life were directly responsible for my juvenile-delinquent tendencies. My mother, more accurately, assumed that I was the bad influence.

I knew immediately that this was not going to work out. Hunter is the kind of guy who dates women who wear high heels and a cocktail dress on a first date. I can't even walk in heels, and I generally believe that someone has to earn the right to see my legs.

She suspects her husband, Jake, might be gay. Did you suggest she ask him? Mom laughed. Of course not. Business is slow.

Life isn't about love and heaven forbid marriage be. It's about getting along.

Hank Promise's niece.  But he'd talk to Mandy

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It's always best to avoid strangling the person you're on a date with. No matter how crazy he makes you.

You can give a person a hundred reasons not to love someone, but when it's too late, it's too late.

People lose people. I don't know why we're all so damned careless. ...there's someone somewhere wondering where and why they lose them.

I've always known we were two puzzle pieces that fit together in a hollow that is our pain. There was a time when I was certain we were too damaged not to destroy each other. Now I think we are saving each other.

Any man who isn't married by thirty-five is either gay or he's got skeletons in his closet.

You told me I was making you crazy last night, he reminds me, drawing me out of my thoughts, back to a present I'm uncertain of. You are, Chris. Well, you are making me crazy, too. Is this supposed to be making me feel better?

The thing about love is that we can't control whether we get it, but we can control whether we give it. And each feels as good as the other. Your heart doesn't know if it's loving a man, a book, or a puppy. If your heart were that smart, it would be your brain.

If I'm yelling at you, you know I love you. Because I want your chest to keep going up and down, whether you're my daughter or my mother. Or whether I'm your daughter or your mother. It's all the same emotion, which is worry. Or love!

I've learned that you don't stop loving someone just because they die. And you don't stop loving someone who's dead just because you start loving someone else. I know this violates the natural law that two things can't occupy the same place at the same time, but that's never been true of the human heart anyway.

Yes, she's about to embark on a new phase of her life. And yes, my role in her life may change. But as time goes on and our hearts grow more rings, we don't have to leave anyone behind. We can hold on to each other, and collect new hearts to hold, from this day forward, as long as we all shall live.

She had lived long enough to learn that families didn't dissolve or reconfigure neatly, but left debris lying everywhere, and it was human debris. And sometimes, like tonight, she felt as if she were tripping over the bodies.