Quotes About Relationship

There was no need for courtship; they simply met one day and were together after that.

Oh, please, Mr. B thinks, not a human. Not another human. He is filled with despair. God's passion for humans always leads to catastrophe, to meteorological upset on an epic scale. What is wrong with the boy that he can't get it up for some nice goddess? Why, oh why, can't he pursue a sensible relationship, one that will not end in disaster?

I was touched that he has considered the fact that there would be two of us, and prepared for it - concrete evidence that I had entered his consciousness at a time when I was not standing in front of him. A thrilling discovery - like seeing a chimp make tools.

After an hour or so when I was sure Piper was calm and safe I slipped off to be with Edmond and we said even less than usual only climbed inside each other for comfort and oblivion and fell asleep that way wrapped in black sheep blankets and together dreamt a single dream that there was no one left in the world but us.

I was happiest when he just came and lay down next to me, and I could almost feel the weight of his body against mine.

Potevi amare qualcuno più di te stesso e la paura per il fatto che ti trovavi nel mezzo di una guerra e rischiavi di finire ammazzata si trasformava nella premura di tenere in vita questo qualcuno.

Home to them was wherever he was.

It was not a healthy marriage for long time. It was never about another man, it was about what my and Dennis's relationship could not sustain.

Just the act of sleeping beside someone you liked to be with. Maybe that was love.

Dennis was present, still present, and this, she thought as she stayed landed against him, was no small talent.

There are some people who have such a strong effect on you, even if you've spent very little time with them, that they become embossed inside you, and any hint of them, any casual mention, creates a sudden stir in you.

The love between a brother and sister just over a year apart in age held fast. It wasn't twinship, and it wasn't romance, but it was more like a passionate loyalty to a dying brand.

Parents should be completely dull and ordinary and predictable. You want their relationship to be stable and incredibly boring, as though you would kill yourself if you had to be in that marriage." Neither

Every marriage is just two people striking a bargain," he went on in a softer tone. "I traded, you traded. So maybe it wasn't even.

It did not make Helen feel worse, though, as she had thought it might. It occupied her; it gave her a project to work on. She and Ray had shared almost nothing in years. Grief didn't count, because in a way it was nothing; there wasn't anything in it to hold on to, just wide-open empty space.

the Siamese-twinship of marriage

He almost thought of being a boyfriend as like being a duke or an earl; it was as if he had land to oversee now, and ribbons to cut.

Their life together, which had its distinct rhythms and drama, was generally invisible to everyone else; sometimes she thought they were like performers in a flea circus between shows, doing their microscopic tricks only for each other.

It's funny how you can go for a long time in life not needing someone, and then you meet them and you suddenly need them all the time.

I wondered whether he might ever love me, and how I might rush that love into existence.

He thought she might kill him accidentally or on purpose.

Families always seem to me like this weird accident." "What do you mean?" Opal asked. "I don't know," said Erica. She gestured with both hands, fingers splayed. "It's almost as if a bunch of people who have absolutely no reason to be together all drew straws and somehow wound up on the same commune.

He couldn't tell her that what he wanted now, more than anything, was to fall asleep beside her. No touching, no kissing, no stimulation. No sensation, no consciousness. Just the act of sleeping beside someone you liked to be with. Maybe that was love.

You might even envy us—him for all the power vacuum-packed within his bulky, shopworn body, and me for my twenty-four-hour access to it, as though a famous and brilliant writer-husband is a convenience store for his wife, a place she can dip into anytime for a Big Gulp of astonishing intellect and wit and excitement.