Quotes About Relationship

There has to be a moment at the beginning when you wonder whether you're in love with the person or in love with the feeling of love itself. If the moment doesn't pass, that's it -- you're done. And if the moment does pass, it never goes that far. It stands in the distance, ready for whenever you want it back. Sometimes it's even there when you thought you were searching for something else, like an escape route, or your lover's face.

We have become—although I'd never say this out loud—something like a model couple. The secret? We like each other. I mean, we really like each other. We know when to keep our space and when to share it.

They have left the first stage of romance—the rhapsody of us. Where everything is you-me or me-you or a giddily tentative we. Now him and her are asserting themselves, each given a private, pensive depth. Within the rhapsody of us, Elijah could think, I don't really know you, but I will. Now he is not so sure.

His "devoted" is italicized by sarcasm, underlined by hurt.

You are a miserable excuse for a boyfriend! You are, like, the safety school of boyfriends. You are the beige of boyfriends. You are the plain yogurt of boyfriends.

More because of your disappointing love life and the behavior that results from it. I have seen your manic LOLs, and I'm not laughing. No. This is an intervention. Put the phone down. STEP AWAY FROM THE PHONE! PUT YOUR HANDS UP AND STEP AWAY FROM THE PHONE!

Ariel, look at me. Look at me. Look at me.

He is both the source of my happiness and the one I want to share it with. I have to believe that's a sign.

life isn't real unless someone else knows its reality.

I was always thinking in terms of too much or not enough, rarely allowing myself that crucial space in between. Except when he was around. Except when we were really together. Then I could forget—I couldn't turn it off, but I could forget to turn it on. Gradually, the columns began to tip. I lost track of keeping track. In order to let us be, I let myself be.

I access our history and get the usual muddle of love and competition that any two sisters share.

Maybe, I thought, it's not distance that's the problem, but how you handle it.

Maybe, I thought, it's not distance that's the problem, but how you handle it.

There has to be a moment at the beginning when you wonder whether you're in love with the person or in love with the feeling of love itself. If the moment doesn't pass, that's it-- you're done. And if the moment does pass, it never goes far. It stands in the distance, ready for whenever you want it back. Sometimes it's even there when you thought you were searching for something else, like an escape route, or your lover's face.

We didn't have much in common, but I thought that being gay in common would be enough.

coagulate, v.: It is a dangerous thing, this thickening of affection; you want it to have weight, but not to be an immovable burden.

Persevere, v. Those first few weeks, after you told me, I wasn`t sure we were going to make it. After working for so long on being sure of each other, sure of this thing, suddenly we were unsure again. I didn`t know whether or to touch you, sleep with you, have sex with you. Finally, I said, "It`s over." You started to cry, and I quickly said, "No – I mean this part is over. We have to get to the next part.

But love needs to have a future. And Sofia and I don't have a future. We've just had a good time sharing the present, that all.' 'You really think love needs to have a future?' 'Absolutely.

So finally, as a pair of twentysomething men passed by holding hands, Austin said, Hey, that could be us in ten years. And Hugo said, Or ten months. And Austin said, Or ten days. And Hugo said, Or ten minutes. And Austin said, Or ten seconds. Then they each counted to ten, and held hands for the rest of the day.

She is always there for him, and he must like that. His friends like her, and he must like that, too. But that's not the same as love. She has been hanging on to the hope of him for so long that she doesn't realize there isn't anything left to hope for. They don't have silences together; they have noise. -A

This is the hard part about having best friends that I feel no attachment to—I don't give them any benefit of the doubt. And being best friends is always about the benefit of the doubt.

Am vrut ca iubirea sa invinga tot. Dar iubirea nu poate sa invinga nimic. Ea nu poate sa faca nimic de una singura. Se bazeaza pe noi. Sa invingem in numele ei.

I hate the way I don't hate you - not even close, not even a little bit, not even at all.

Sometimes it becomes a contest: Which is more stubborn, the love or the two arguing people caught within it?