Quotes About Relationship

If you lose it every time he tries to come clean, you're encouraging him to lie.

With my eyes on my wife, I would tell the waitress that I liked my coffee like I liked my women, "black and sweet." This always got me a smile. Then Celestial would say, "I like my mimosa like I like my men: transparent.

But a man who is a father to a daughter is different from one who is a father to a son. One is the left shoe and the other is the right. They are the same but not interchangeable.

Dwayne is right: blood does call to blood. I was always waiting for hers to beckon to mine, but I never considered that it would be my blood that would call upon hers.

he says he can't see why I didn't "just" tell the truth. but the truth is denser than he can imagine, yet it's more delicate than my body; it's more complicated than any love that ever passed between the two of us.

I don't want to jeopardize what I have with her over a dream that may not even fit me anymore. She and I are enough to be a family. If you need a kid to keep you together, then how together are you?

A marriage is more than your heart, it's your life.

She and I have a connection. Today, the link is rusty, the current erratic, but there will always be something between us.

Much of life is time and circumstance, I see that now. Roy came into my life at the time when I needed a man like him. Would I have galloped into this love affair if I had never left Atlanta? I don't know. But how I feel love and understand love are two different things.

You love me. You know you do." I wouldn't have answered even if he hadn't cut off my breath with a kiss that tasted like desire streaked through with anger.

But for true, only a woman can truly welcome a man back home, wash his feet, and fix his plate.

If you have a woman, you recognize when you have said the wrong thing. Somehow she rearranges the ions in the air and you can't breathe as well.

But a man who is father to a daughter is different from one who is a father to a son. One is the left shoe, and the other is the right. They are the same but not interchangeable.

Ronalda looked at me as though she couldn't imagine an unspecial mother-daughter outing. It was like I had told her that I had money, but not the kind you could spend.

if you lose it very time he tries to clean, you're encouraging him to lie.

In my mind, I picture us at our same kitchen table, in our same comfortable house, passing quiet words of truth. Georgia, this is a love letter. Everything I do is a love letter addressed to you.

My girlfriend at the time wasn't keen on meeting Celestial; even she could tell from the way I pronounced her name that my feelings were more than friendly.

sometime that only thing that can cure a man is the inside of the woman, the right woman who does things the right way.

I moved closer to her and wound my fingers in her thick hair. "We've always been together," she told me. "Not like this. But always." I nodded. "I want to be the only one you cook for." We laughed, a real laugh, a shared laugh. This is when our life changed. We came to each other with joy on our lips. What came next may not have been legally binding; there was no clergyman or witness. But it was ours.

a man who is a father to a daughter is different from one who is a father to a son. One is the left shoe and the other is the right. They are the same but not interchangeable.

What she had with my father was a sort of creeping love, the kind that sinks in before you know it and makes a family of you. She says that love like what she has with my father occurs on the God level, not of the world and not bound by the laws of the state of Georgia.

I kissed her finger near the base, where my ring once rested. "Georgia," I said, beginning a sentence I couldn't bear to complete. "I tried," she began. "Shhh . . . Just sleep, Georgia. Just sleep." But neither of us closed our eyes against the immeasurable dark of that silent night.

Celestial was mad, and it turned me on a little, like the click on the stove before the flame took.

didn't have to tell him that I understood, because he knew that I did. There should be a word for this, the way it feels to steal something that's already yours.