Quotes About Relationship

Because it is so vital, the capacity for love and friendship should be especially mentioned in this context; love that is neither parasitic dependence nor sadistic domination but... 'a relationship ... which has no purpose beyond itself; in which we associate because it is natural for human beings to share their experience; to understand one another, to find joy and satisfaction in living together; in expressing and revealing themselves to one another.

I once broke up with a boy because he wrote me an awful poem.

I want what you're throwing away. I want someone in my life who loves me-warts and all. I want someone to smile at me first thing in the morning. I want someone to give a damn whether I come home in the evening.

I'm receiving 300 to 500 letters every week from people telling me that God used my stories to save their marriage or to introduce them to Christ or to heal a relationship that had been broken.

Don't leave me, Rainbow Girl." Rainbow Girl. Was that who I was? It seemed so long ago. I smiled faintly. "Remember the skirt I wore to Mallucé's the night you told me to dress Goth?" "It's upstairs in your closet. Never throw it away. It looked like a wet dream on you.

I want us to be... what is your word? Friends." "Psychotic rapists don't have friends." "I was unaware you were a psychotic rapists or I would not have offered." (Mac & V'lane)

He isn't what he's pretending to be with her. I watch him all the time. I'm going to be there when he stops pretending. I'm going to be her bulletproof vest, her shield, her fallen fucking angel, whether she wants one or not. He's pretending he's almost human. He's no more human than me.

He doesn't beat me," I said irritably. "I'd kill him if he did." "She would. She has a temper. Stubborn, too. But we're working on that, aren't we, Ms. Lane?

You need me as much as I need you. That makes us equal partners in my book. Well, your book is just wrong.

You've been doing something bad since the moment you met me, lass.

I gained everything. Or at least I'll think so," he growled, suddenly impatient, anxious, "when you give me a bloody answer to my bloody question. How many times are you going to make me ask you? Will you marry me, Gabrielle O'Callaghan? Yes or yes? And in case you're still managing to miss the point, the correct answer is 'yes.' And, by the way, anytime you'd like to tell me you love me, I wouldn't mind hearing it.

I can see you are a fine lady, but this boy is randy as a goat around you and it's plain to see. If he seeks the joys of wedded bliss, he can wed you. Without a weddin' he'll be havin' no bliss.

Did you really think there was any version of me you could create, in any reality, in any universe that would not—first, foremost, and forever—be loyal to MacKayla Lane?

Why should I let you take it?" "Because you owe me." "Why do I owe you?" "Because I put up with you.

You're Mac, and I'm Jericho. And nothing else matters.

Bloody talk about bloody orgasms with your own bloody woman not mine," Barrons said tightly. "You don't know a thing about her orgasms and never will.

He knows what I'm thinking. Always. We're connected. The atoms between us ferry messages back and forth.

I'm Pri-ya again. I always will be with this man.

Aw, kiss him, Gwen, clamored a hundred perky eggs. Shut up, she rebuked. We don't even know him, and until moments ago we thought he was dead. That's no way to start a relationship.

You're distressing Dani. No one distresses Dani but me.

Ah, ka-lyrra, I look at you and you make me want to live a man's life with you. To wake with you and sleep with you, argue with you and make love with you, to get a silly human job and take walks in the park and live so tiny beneath such a vast sky. But I will never stay with another human woman and water her die. Never. --FROM THE (GREATLY REVISED) BLACK EDITION OF THE O'CALLAGHAN Book of the Sin Siriche Du

Now it's not just my lip you'll be needing to kiss if you're wishing to make amends with me, Irish.

I felt like a child plucking daisy petals: I trust him, I trust him not, I trust him, I trust him not.

I lay my head on his chest and listen to his heart beating, solid and sure.....he reads me so well. He's known about my emotional empathy since we were children. Nothing disturbs him...Few can lie to me... I don't know the truth, only that there is a lie. It takes a scrupulously honest man to love me. That's my Sean. We learned to trust each other completely before we were old enough to have learned suspicion.