Quotes About Relationship

I didn't marry you because you were perfect. I didn't even marry you because I loved you. I married you because you gave me a promise. That promise made up for your faults. And the promise I gave you made up for mine. Two imperfect people got married and it was the promise that made the marriage. And when our children were growing up, it wasn't a house that protected them; and it wasn't our love that protected them--it was that promise.

Maybe, in the end, that's all that love was—doing the hard thing. Not roses and valentines and walks on the beach, but simply being present, day after ordinary day. The extraordinary romanticism of ordinary life.

How much good fortune had been strewn her way, starting with a man who still put up with her crankiness and irrationalities, who stayed loyal and devoted to her, as if she were the flag of his country.

Until she went with him to India the first time after they were married. Then it all made sense, and she realized that the hospitality he displayed to all guests was larger than he was - it was cultural, hereditary, something coded into his DNA.

Peter was a birthday party, all candles and cake and balloons. Now the party was over. Sudhir was the rest of the year, the real deal, the place where she'd built her nest. What she and Sudhir had constructed together, someone like Peter could only dream about. If he was even smart enough to realize and envy them what they had, that is. Which she somehow doubted he was.

Maybe, in the end, that's all that love was—doing the hard thing. Not roses and valentines and walks on the beach, but simply being present, day after ordinary day. The extraordinary romanticism of ordinary life. But

She's been at his apartment in Brooklyn, complaining about his couch being covered in cat hair. Bryan had taken her face in his hands and said, " You know what your problem is, Smita? You focus on the cat hair. Try focusing on the cat. Perhaps that's what love was--an embrace of the commonplace? Perhaps that's where wisdom lay--in recognizing the grandeur of everyday domestic life?

Shane cupped her face in his hands. "It never ends, does it? Loving you never ends. Whether you're Genevieve or Eva. Whether I lose you for years or wake up to your face every morning. I love you. You're my home. And I want you forever.

I'm alone. When I'm comatose from writing and mothering, when I'm hurting too badly to cook, talk, or smile, I curl up with 'alone' like a security blanket. Alone doesn't care that I don't shave my legs in the winter. Alone never gets disappointed by me." Eva sighed. "It's the best relationship I've ever been in.

A tree grows its branches out until it touches the tips of the next closest tree. And they're linked forever. Because if they're really close, their roots grow together. They're so intertwined underneath that no matter what happens above ground, they stay connected.

I've always loved you," he whispered. "What a coincidence," she whispered back. "I've always loved you, too.

If you listen hard enough, you can tell what a person needs from you. And if you give them what they need, you've got a friend for life.

Maybe that's what real adult love was. Being fearless enough to hold each other close no matter how catastrophic the world became.

You don't date, Mommy. What even is your type, the Invisible Man?

Lizette would never get it. Eva needed her for everything. She'd just never had her.

But part of her calm was also knowing that those abysmal final years of their relationship could never happen to the person she was now. There's no way she could let a man make her feel so unseen for so long. Now she knew what it was like to be seen.

Why do you keep writing about me?" "Isn't it obvious?" "Apparently not." "I'm not just writing about you," said Shane. "I'm writing to you.

She understood it was her job to be whatever he needed—if he wanted to take his time, she was Slow-Mo Flo. If he wanted it fast, she was Quickie Chickie. He fucked her how and when he wanted to.

I had no idea that I'd end up working for a woman who can't decide if I'm a career-ender or her boyfriend.

Jenna Jones hates me because she wants me and it freaks her out, he thought to himself. He had to show her he was trustworthy.

The more I worked with clients' grief issues, the better they were getting. Additionally, trauma was not being talked about as a relational issue; it was talked about as if it happened just within a person. It was during this period that it also became clear to me that the trauma I was seeing in clients was the direct result of relationship pain, and that if it remained unresolved, it would continue to drive dysfunctional relationship patterns.

But even blessed and intelligent families lose it when their emotional problems overwhelm them. For our families it appeared to be alcoholism that led to relationship trauma … or was unhealed relationship trauma the prequel that led to using alcohol to self-medicate emotional pain?

After reading it, I knew I had a serious problem. I don't drink, so that wasn't it. But everything else that characterized addiction—"stinkin' thinking"; the kind of thinking that is loaded down with circular rationalizations, distortions, and denial of reality that made you feel either you're crazy or everyone else is; repeating the same dysfunctional relationship patterns over and over and over again—I had it all.

Dear Trixie, Will you come to Memphis with me? A) Yes B) No C) I'd go anywhere with you because you fuck like a goddamn fire hose. D) You're an asshole and I never want to see you again. Circle ONLY ONE and give it back to me when you're done eating. Love, J