Quotes About Relationship

Dear Joan, the letter begins, although the writer did not know me at all.

Because he made her so happy, she said, and for that moment believed it.

Listen, she said as if by rote. I love you.

Marriage is memory, marriage is time

Marriage is the classic betrayal

What's the matter, Maria said, standing in the doorway in the dark. It isn't any better. How do you know. He said nothing, I mean we didn't even try. You don't want it. I do too. No, he said. You don't.

I love you, she whispered, but it was more a plea than a declaration and in any case he made no response.

And how could the Internet bring him to her, if he wasn't showing up on his own two feet?

to have a lover and friend in one was the best love of all.

hear you say such things about a

If I could only meet Sally in the silent reading room of the public library, it wouldn't make any difference.

She marched to the door and said, if I ever marry, Patrick O'Sullivan, I shall make sure that my mate for life is a decent woman, or even, maybe, a book.

mean, you're not actually going to the party with him!" "Yes, I am," Hannah confirmed

You're talking to me." "Yes

This is something different again. A feeling of peace. The feeling you get when a recipe turns out perfectly right, a perfectly risen souffle, a flawless sauce hollandaise. It's a feeling which tells me that any woman can be beautiful in the eyes of a man who loves her.

I'm only keeping in touch with you for the sake of the children. Way to look after our son, by the way. I let you have him for the weekend and before I know it he's chained underground, awaiting Last Times and stinking of mead.

I've never viewed you as an enemy, more an adversary...

To be a mother is to live in fear. Fear of death, of sickness, of loss, of accidents, of strangers, of the Black Man, or simply those small everyday things that somehow manage to hurt us most: the look of impatience, the angry word, the missed bedtime story, the forgotten kiss, the terrible moment when a mother ceases to be the center of her daughter's world and becomes

And if I never have a veil, or a golden ring on my hand, I will still have you, my love, and that will be enough for me. Sleep well, love, and dream of me. And know that, if I were to live for a thousand years, there would still not be enough nights in which to dream of you.

Sexiness wears thin after awhile and beauty fades, but to be married to a man who makes you laugh every day, ah, now that is a treat.

Assim, apanhados pela mãe, éramos dois e contrários, ela encobrindo com a palavra o que eu publicava pelo silêncio.

A intensidade do amor era a mesma; a diferença é que a chama perdera o tresloucado dos primeiros dias para constituir-se um simples feixe de raios, tranquilo e constante, como nos casamentos.

Sometimes I can't see myself when I'm with you. I can only just see you.

Do you know what it's like to love someone so much, that you can't see yourself without picturing her? Or what it's like to touch someone, and feel like you've come home? What we had wasn't about sex, or about being with someone just to show off what you've got, the way it was for other kids our age. We were, well, meant to be together. Some people spend their whole lives looking for that one person. I was lucky enough to have her all along.