Quotes About Relationships

Most people have no idea how much of themselves they store off-site. Your personality is not just a matter of what you know about yourself, but what others know about you. You are one person with your mother, and another with your lover, and yet another with your child. Those other people create you—finish you—as much as you create you.

Not that they were married. They never would've married. All firemen are wedded to cinders, in the end.

I was thinking how every man loves a hot girl with a history of making mistakes. Because it's always possible she'll make one with you.

Que babaquice sem valor essa coisa de dizer Eu te amo. Amor é só um nome que se dá a uma irrupção de hormônios, com uma pitada de lealdade por cima. Nunca gostei de dizer isso. O que eu digo é: a gente está junto, agora e até o fim. Você tem tudo de que eu preciso para ser feliz. Você me faz me sentir bem.

Eu te amo, Con – disse ela, porque apesar do que Jakob pensava sobre essas três palavras, para Harper elas ainda tinham importância. Eram a coisa mais próxima de palavras mágicas que ela conhecia, possuíam poderes que faltavam a outras.

I don't follow," she said. "You and me . . . how 'bout it? Dire Straits?

She wished she were not so aware of the vast gulf between what the men in her life thought she was worth and her actual value. She had, it seemed to her, always asked and expected too much and given too little. She seemed almost to have a perverse impulse to make anyone who cared about her regret it, to find the thing that would most appall those people and then do that until they had to run away as a matter of self-preservation.

Men, she thought, were one of the world's few sure comforts, like a fire on a cold October night, like cocoa, like broken-in slippers. Their clumsy affections, their bristly faces, and their willingness to do what needed to be done—cook an omelet, change lightbulbs, make with hugging—sometimes almost made being a woman fun. She wished she were not so

She'd thought love had something to do with happiness, but it turned out they were not even vaguely related.

I liked it better when you were dying," Allie said. "You didn't bitch so much." "Look sharp, Allie. I think you missed a pothole back there. You don't want to break up your streak of dragging me over every one." Allie

She'd thought love had something to do with happiness, but it turned out they were not even vaguely related. Love

If hell was anything, it was talk radio—and family. In

If Ig hated Merrin now, it was only because he had discovered she was a real person, with failings and needs and desire to live in the world, not in Ig's daydreams. That she loved him enough to let him go, and he had to be willing to do the same, that if you loved someone, you could set them free, and - fuck, that was a Sting song.

the Brat—Victoria to her second-grade teacher, Vicki to her mother, but the Brat to her father and in her heart—was

Normalmente é por isso que as pessoas matam. Não é por ódio. É por amor.

I don't know, maybe I'm boring, but I never really feel like you're there when we're out to dinner. You live in your head. I can't. No room for me in there. I don't know, maybe you'd be more interested in me if I were a book.

Your personality is not just a matter of what you know about yourself, but what others know about you. You are one person with your mother, and another with your lover, and yet another with your child. Those other people create you—finish you—as much as you create you. When you're gone, the ones you've left behind get to keep the same part of you they always had.

You are one person with your mother, and another with your lover, and yet another with your child. Those other people create you-finish you-as much as you create you. When you're gone, the ones you've left behind get to keep the same part of you they always had

Repulsion masks attraction

Angie has never had sticking power. She dropped out of high school; she walked out of the GED exam. Her longest relationship, prior to falling for Andy, was seven months. But then they'd met (no epic tale there—the game was on at a hometown bar), and something in her character was spontaneously altered.

I can't say I was happy with your mother. I can't say I enjoyed almost twenty years of being judged by her and always found wanting.

Vic stared at her, incredulous. "What do you mean you don't know why?" Vic asked her. "He isn't coming home because of you, Mom. Because he can't stand you. Because all you ever do is bitch at him, stand there and bitch when he's tired and wants to be left alone.

Was anything in the world more heartrending than being found out by someone you wanted to love you?

Because love requires context.