Quotes About Relationship

That was fifteen years ago. Fifteen Valentine's Days.

I'm afraid she'll look at him in some way that she doesn't look at me. I'm afraid that when I go to bed at night I'll still be wondering. I'm always afraid. Is that what love is— fear?

I was feeling nine ways at once, and they all ended up at the touch of her hand on my ear...

For years the strangers among us had passed sullenly in the hallways; now we looked, we nodded, we smiled.

Heather Cawl and I hadn't acknowledged

Don't you know, Vivien? You never have to demand from me. Simply ask for what you desire and I would give you anything." He kissed her. "Anything at all.

You don't really want my side of the story. You don't want to understand me, know me, to crawl inside of my head. You don't want to feel the things I've felt. You just want to know that one thing: why. Fine. Here's why: Her. I did it all for her.

You can't just say that, Pasquale. Those words have tremendous power. It's how people end up married.

This love triangle had reached new heights, and as much as Matt loved geometry, this was not the sort of triangle he wanted anything to do with.

At least one thing is certain: Chris and I are inextricably connected. Do I have factual reasons to know this? Proof? Assurances? No None. Some people believe in God; I believe in Chris.

I like you," he says. "…I think there's something between us, and I'm very afraid that I'm going to do the wrong thing again and send you running. And I don't want that. If you're going to go running anywhere, I'd prefer that you come running to me.

Chris may be imperfect, and he makes mistakes, but I can feel his heart, and I know that he is mine.

Justin stirred, smiling even before his eyes were open. "Well, hello. This person reaching up my shirt better be who I think it is, or I'm gonna freak out." Celeste pulled her hand away quickly. "Sorry." "Oh good, it is you," he murmured. "Why is there stopping? Why is there no more hand being all cute and awesome?

I'm considering whether or not to believe you. I need to run an algorithm on this. That's not funny. You might be trying to trick me into sleeping with you.

Julie sat back and laughed. I don't know about that. She looked into Matt's eyes. Even so, I love you. Matt smiled at her and winked. I know.

One thing has become crystal clear to me overnight: I have never felt as close to anyone as I do to Chris. It is not from the amount of time we've spent together, but from the strength of the unquestionable bond we share.

Matt took a deep breath. Something just happened between them. Julie felt something for him. She did. He could tell even through this online world. Whether it was him or Finn didn't really matter. It was a difference of names really, that's all.

Justin… I know that we do not care for clichés, but this is a rather large can of worms that you are attempting to pry open using a rusty can opener." "Like one of those old creaky ones you'd find in a summer rental home? With the super skinny handles that hurt?" Celeste laughed. "Yes. Like that." "I like worms. You can let the worms out. But only if you want. I won't make you talk about anything you don't want to.

Her enthusiasm, her optimism, her hope? They were all so far from where he was.

It doesn't matter that we live together, that I'm with him every single day. I have the same strong reaction, the same unyielding surge of love that rips through me, every time I see him.

That the last two letters in her name were the first two in his, a silly thing he never mentioned to her but caused him to believe that they were bound together.

She learned that an act intended to express love could have nothing to do with it. That her heart and her body were different things.

As strange as it seemed, I knew in my heart that one day her death would affect me, and stranger still, that mine would affect her.

In their silence they continued both to protect me and to punish me. The memory of that night was now the only tie between us, eclipsing everything else.