Quotes About Relationship

The greatest thing in the world is to know how to belong to someone else.

I was breathless, talking as fast as I could. I was afraid if I stopped talking, even for a second, I'd start sobbing again. "Whoa, there." Fang smiled and reached up, tracing a hand down the side of my face, winding strands of my hair around his fingers. "Stop talking and let me just tell you how great it is to wake up staring at your face. Okay?

He gives my hand a tight squeeze, but that desperation, that urgency between us is gone. No insecurities. Max and Fang. Fang and Max. No longer a question. We just are.

I'd been told that he had been created-literally created-just for me,as my perfect other half. Let me tell you-if Dylan was my perfect other half, then i needed to give my first half a seriouis look-see.

I stood there watching Phoebe arrange the pillows and the sheets. She isn't thinking that I... I mean, she doesn't think that she and I would... WHAT?

Now that we were alone,i was self-conscious and cranky again.Why had i wanted to stay?if i had been programmed to want to be with dylan,heads were gonna roll,i promise you that.

He was my light, my heart, my beautiful scalawag. And I was—I am—his GG.

We all love each other, Ange, I said impatiently, hating this whole conversation. No, not like this, she went on relentlessly. Fang loves you.......My mouth dropped open. How does she know this stuff? Forget it! No one's getting married! I hissed. Not in New Hampshire or anywhere else! Not in a box, not with a fox! Now go to sleep, before I kill you! Oh yeah, like I got any sleep after that. - pg 35

That if I had to choose between dying tomorrow or spending the rest of my life without him, I would seriously consider picking imminent death.

An emotional bond between two people can form in a fifth of a second.

Whether or not he wanted me the same way I wanted him, we were in this together—that was what Robinson had said. It had never occurred to me before what a complicated word together was.

If life were a movie, we'd have had what they call a "meet cute.

To just lie there and feel vulnerable, and think about everything that had just happened between us, and wonder how it had changed things, and wonder when I had started to love him so much, so painfully, and feel how terrified I was and how elated, and how every cell of my body felt so alive. It was pretty much the worst thing that could ever happen to a girl. I highly recommend it.

They get me, and I get them. They have empathy . Most people don't, they really don't.

A guy who hates his job isn't going to be too charming at home.

Oh, I guess I want to fall in love, to stay in love for a while. I want to feel real romance every day that I possibly can. I want to feel something special in my life. I want to experience intimacy with another person. I'm not that different from everyone else. Except that I act instead of daydream.

To be honest, every once in a while, there's an hour or two when I can't stand Sue -- but there isn't a day that goes by that I'm not in love with her. She had me at Sure and she still does. Here's the thing: If Sue ever leaves me, I'm going with her.

AS WE LAY THERE WE FELT LIKE WE WERE EXTENSTIONS OF EACH OTHER, LIKE OUR BODIES AND OUR HEARTS HAD TO BE TOGETHER TO MAKE ONE WHOLE PERFECT PERSON.

I had made a friend. My second one in fourteen years. I was on a roll.

and Amora, but this time poolside with Amora's

was thinking it might be a perfect moment for Jeanne to realize that she was meant to be my girlfriend

If a parent ignored, abandoned, or abused their child, an angry seed was planted that could grow into a poisonous tree. I knew that whether a parent was rich and snubbed their kid for expensive wine or they were poor and snubbed them for cheap crack, the message to the kid was the same: You're not as important to me as my next high.

A fight with her mother? It was certainly within the realm of possibility, I guessed. Elizabeth was a teenager and her mother was ... well, her mother. Normally they were the best of friends, but even best friends fight.

suspected he was a bleeding-heart lib, and he probably thought I was a right-wing warmonger. But since we never knew for sure how the other felt, we generally got along. I