Quotes About Relationship

restaurant," she joked. Caleb Vaughn was a lieutenant with the Philadelphia Special Victims Unit. They had met on a case in which Anita—and eventually Jocelyn, in her quest to find Anita's assailant—had been attacked. They were both single parents and had fallen pretty fast for each other. It had been two years, and they were trying to take the next step—moving in together.

I love...being with you.

I look deep into his eyes and find myself wrapped in the familiar connection we share. It streams through me like moonlight on a bay, glistening through my soul.

I have that sense of connection with her.

You're the one thing keeping me grounded.

He is an addiction, and addictions are never good for you. He's taking me deeper into his world, deeper into his dark desires, but I'm never able to get behind the physical aspect of our relationship. I just lose more of who I am.

What do I have to do to convince you I'm the one you should run to , not away from? Tell me and I'll do it.

I know until he owns me, until he feels like he has real control, we'll never have a real conversation.

her, she's become such a part of my life that no matter how I fight it, or her, she's in my blood—a part of why I exist. Yet so is Rebecca. I don't understand it, and I do not like things that I don't understand.

Oh, please. You have so many rules, your rules have rules. Any woman who dared to date you would need an encyclopedia-sized book to keep up.

I need to know I can be what he needs, that we can get through the darkness together. - demand

seemed like I was fucking him to get a favor.

It would be a lethal mistake to underestimate what she means to me.

the minute he'd said 'yes' to this assignment, Royce had said 'no' to Lauren.

spreads his fingers on my cheek, his thumb stroking a seductive line along my jaw, his voice lower and deeper as he adds, "No secrets. No in between.

You were still you, Troy, and you were nothing but one big Papa Bear with me." She shook her head. "No. Scratch that. You had a caveman thing going on that doesn't seem to go away when you shift. We really need to talk about this habit of yours of flinging me over your shoulder and carrying me off to your cave.

I'm neither your friend nor your frenemy, unless you have what I want.

I don't need my head examined, but where were you when I married my second husband. Sheesh.

Sisters, as you know, also have a unique relationship. This is the person who has known you your entire life, who should love you and stand by you no matter what, and yet it's your sister who knows exactly where to drive the knife to hurt you the most.

I think all women have a friend who at some point dumped them or betrayed them or deeply disappointed them. And at the same time all women have a friend who they dumped or betrayed or hurt in some way. That's universal in women's friendships.

Sisters, as you know, also have a unique relationship. This is the person who has known you your entire life, who should love you and stand by you no matter what, and yet it's your sister who knows exactly where to drive the knife to hurt you the most.

May and I are sisters. We'll always fight, but we'll always make up as well. That's what sisters do: we argue, we point out each other's frailties, mistakes, and bad judgment, we flash the insecurities we've had since childhood, and then we come back together. Until the next time.

Maybe we're all like that with our mothers. They seem ordinary until one day they're extraordinary.

The classics tell us that, in relationships, the one between teacher and student comes second only to the one between parent and child.