Quotes About Relationships

We fell into the love that had been lying beneath our love like water below ice, and understood that while we had been having a lot of fun together we had only been skating on the surface, and now we were in as deep as we could go.

Love, my child, is a thing that every mother learns; it is not born with a baby, but made; and for eleven years, I have learned to love you as my son.

India's head ached. Insomnia was still her most attentive, cruelest lover, demanding and possessing her selfishly whenever it chose to do so. Light-heartedness was beyond her today. A man of middling quality was trying to marry her, and there was something wrong with her father's voice on the phone.

It was always women who did the choosing, and men's place was to be grateful if they were lucky enough to be the chosen ones. Joseph Anton

people understood for the first time [...] that in the end the salvation of human beings came from other human beings and not from things, no matter how large and imposing – and even magical – those things might be

Women have always moaned about men...but it turns out that their deepest complaints are reserved for one another, because while they expect men to be fickle, treacherous, and weak, they judge their own sex by higher standards, they expect more from their own sex--loyalty, understanding, trustworthiness, love....

The people with whom you share a history: these are the people who can leave you shipwrecked and drowning.

I dislike arranged marriages. There are some mistakes for which one should not be able to blame one's poor parents.

Water creates love more easily than victory.

habit of calling each other 'Jim'. No darlings or honeys or babes for them. In his low American drawl and her bright English chirp they Jimmed the Old Year out. 'Hey, Jim?' 'Yes, Jim?' 'Happy New Year, Jim.' 'Happy New Year to you too, Jim.' 'I love you, Jim.' 'I love you too, Jim.' 1990 arrived with a smile in the company of Jim and Jim.

you lost parents. Your grief defines you and shuts you off from other people. That's what I think.

This is how we are: we fall in love with each other's strengths, but love deepens toward permanence when we fall in love with each other's weaknesses.

His mother had survived decades of marriage to his angry, disappointed, alcoholic father by developing what she called a "forgettery" instead of a memory. She woke up every day and forgot the day before.

In the evenings at the time of the sunset promenade it was possible to see couples of all sorts taking the air and holding hands without embarrassment: men and men, women and women, and yes, men and women too.

Women have made me; and also unmade. From Reverend Mother to the Widow, and even beyond, I have been at the mercy of the so-called (erroneously, in my opinion!) gentler sex.

An eighteen-year age gap had turned out to be a good place to dump most of the problems that can sometimes crop up between brothers

Things – even people – have a way of leaking into each other,' I explain, 'like flavours when you cook. Ilse Lubin's suicide, for example, leaked into old Aadam and sat there in a puddle until he saw God.

I learned that love is for the most part absent and, when it appears, is usually fitful, fleeting, and finally unsatisfactory. I learned that the communities men build are based on the oppression of the many by the few, and I did not understand, I still do not understand, why the many accept this oppression

At the beginning of all love there is a private treaty each of the lovers makes with himself or herself, an agreement to set aside what is wrong with the other for the sake of what is right.

That's the least of it. The most of it is, he was always careless with people's hearts. He never took any responsibility for what he broke.

The people who kill your children are the people who's children were playing with your children yesterday. That's one of the most mysterious things about the 'flip' into hatred. You don't hate the people who are strangers to you because that creates a kind of indifference; you hate the people who live next door… It's a curious thing that love and hate are so closely tied together that just a flip of the coin can flip one into the other.

It was always women who did the choosing, and men's place was to be grateful if they were lucky enough to be the chosen ones.

How deeply could she have cared for me if she could dive so swiftly into the next things? How real had it been? Such thoughts plagued me, though I knew, in my deepest heart, that this was me trying to shift the blame, and the blame could not be shifted, it rested firmly on my shoulders.—So this was

Reason is nothing less than the guardian of love