Quotes About Relationship

Men don't know, she thinks, they don't know how having a baby makes you protective of your skin, your body, your space. When you spend all day giving yourself to a baby in every way that it's possible to give yourself to another human being, the last thing you want at the end of the day is a grown man wanting you to give him things too.

And, as any good honeymooners, should – particularly honeymooners who have known each other only a few months – they spent quite a lot of their time having sex.

I feel – Jesus. I feel like I don't know you, Rachel. I feel like I married a fucking stranger.

You find that with children who've shared a childhood trauma: it's like a fine wire that runs between you; you can feel the tug on it from time to time.

You. You and your fucking "tie me up" bullshit. You and your other guys. Guys who've done that to you. Every time I shut my eyes, there they are. Lined up. And I can't, I cannot get them out of my head, Rachel. You put them there. Bunch of fucking creeps.

He did just enough to make her feel loved, protected, respected and admired

He'd cried and buried his wet face in her shoulder and told her that he was not worthy, that she could leave him, that he wouldn't blame her, that this was not what she'd signed up for, less than she deserved. She had stroked his hair and soothed him and told him that she was not with him for his money, that she was with him because she loved him. She loved him. She loved him.

Is it any wonder that Alix is so torn about her marriage, when her husband is capable of such acts of generosity and affection, whilst also capable of making her want to die?

Plus, you know, some fathers and daughters just have that sort of thing, don't they? Daddy's girls. They usually turn into the sort of women who can only be friends with men.

And there's her email address.

Where Josie is stiff and unanimated, her mother is all expansive hand gestures and chatter. She's glamorous, too, clearly takes care of her appearance, sees herself as a woman worthy of attention and respect.

It wasn't a suggestion that I was taking up too much of your life; that I was somehow blocking your view of better things. It was an invitation to banter.

Zach said, "I love you, Lula, I love you so much," she didn't stop for even a second before replying that she loved him too. Because right then, for that moment in time, she really did.

It hadn't mattered then. It hadn't mattered to either of them. Because they were in love. And ugly flats look pretty when you're in love.

You think I'd cheat on you?" I demanded with all the innocent outrage I could muster. "With another guy, no. With a cheeseburger . . . in a heartbeat.

Ah, Evie," she heard him say softly, "I must have a heart, after all…because right now it aches like the devil." "Only your heart?" she asked ingenuously, making him laugh. He lowered her to the bed, his eyes sparkling wickedly. "Also a few other things," he conceded. "And as my wife, it's your duty to ease all my aches.

I was just thinking if the sex with you is one-tenth as fun as arguing with you. I'll be one happy bastard." "You'll never find out. You--------" He kissed me. ~ Jack Travis & Ella Varner

Dear Miss Independent, I've decided that of all the women I've ever known, you are the only one I will ever love more than hunting, fishing, football, and power tools. You may not know this, but the other time I asked you to marry me, the night I put the crib together, I meant it. Even though I knew you weren't ready. God, I hope you're ready now. Marry me, Ella. Because no matter where you go or what you do, I'll love you every day for the rest of my life. —Jack

It's the perfect solution. We argue all the time. We can't stand each other. It's like we're already married.

Do you know what a balance wheel is?" She shook her head slightly. "There's one in every clock or watch. It rotates back and forth without stopping. It's what makes the ticking sound...what makes the hands move forward to mark the minutes. Without it, the watch wouldn't work. You're my balance wheel, Poppy." -Harry Rutledge

What happened to your stammer?" "I suppose I must feel comfortable with you. I tend to stammer less with certain people." "No one's ever told me that I'm a comfortable sort. I'm sure I don't like it. I'll have to do something diabolical soon to correct your impression.

I'll tell you what I'm fighting for. Not for England, nor her allies, nor any patriotic cause. It's all come down to the hope of being with you..

A slow smile had curved St. Vincent's lips. 'Wives are a different case altogether. They require a great deal of effort but the rewards are substantial. I highly recommend wives. Especially one's own.

No more Dane," he eventually said with unnerving finality. I tried to be funny. "I can't decide if that means you don't want me to see him again or if you're planning to kill him." "It means if the first thing happens, the second thing is likely to follow.