Quotes About Relationship

What a woman wants is a reaction. What a man wants is a woman.

When a hot woman meets a hermit one of them is going to change.

You have my soul and I have your money

we had such tremendous fun and much agony together for some years

I want to be with you. It's as simple, and as complicated as that.

sometimes I hate you, she said.

and getting dressed we talk about what else there might be to do, but being together solves most of it, in fact, solves all of it

I was in love again. I was in trouble

I can't blame her. but wonder why she's here with me? where are the other guys? how can you be lucky? having someone the others have abandoned?

You bitch, I whispered, I love you. Then I came.

Her eyes always had a frantic, lost look. He could never cure her eyes of that.

I would be married, but I'd have no wife, I would be married to a single life.

I'll use the knives for spreading jam, and the gas to warm my greying love.

I hated you when it would have taken less courage to love.

I could stay here, I thought, make money at the track while she nurses me over the bad moments, rubs oil on my body, cooks for me, talks to me, goes to bed with me. Of course, there would always be arguments. That is the nature of a woman. They like the mutual exchange of dirty laundry, a bit of screaming, a bit of dramatics. Then an exchange of vows.

She had chosen me and it was as simple as that.

but what can I make of love when we are all born at a different time and place and only meet through a trick of centuries and a chance three steps to the left? you

dear J: I feel lucky that I didn't fuck you the first time we met in Houston, but luckier that I didn't fuck you the last time we met in San Francisco. this is the answer to your letter even though I don't know if you'll ever read it. the words are yours but I'll get credit for the poem. you see, it could never have worked, the way I am. B.

I realized that her life her feelings for things had been ruined along the way and that I was no more than a temporary companion

did she love you? only as an extension of herself. what else can love be? the common sense to care very much for something very good. it needn't be related by bloodline. it can be a red beachball or a piece of buttered toast.

And now I wonder which animal of us will eat the other first physically and last spiritually? We consume animals and then one of us consumes the other, my love.

I began to feel like a kept man and it felt great.

I'll think nice things about my wife, she looks so small there under the blanket, a little lump, that's all (death, you take me first, please) this lady needs a gentle space of peace without me).

The good parts of our relationship felt like a rat walking around and gnawing at the inside of my stomach.