Quotes About Relationship

with the most infinite tenderness I have ever known in my life, he put his arms around me, gently, gently, and I embraced him around the neck, and we touched...

Mandarin ducks mate for life and will die of loneliness if separated from their chosen mate.

It was terrible of you, Shanna pouted, but her eyes danced as they turned askance to meet his. I could have left, you know. I was that angry. I would have followed you, Ruark assured with a flash of white teeth. You have my heart and my baby. You would not have escaped.

She was his; he was hers. The world could fall apart, and they'd still be one.

You're dating a man who can cook? Now that's a keeper!

This is a God who is not identified with the help of a dictionary but through a relationship.

The classic 'seven-year itch' may not be a case of familiarity breeding ennui and contempt, but the shock of having someone you thought you knew all too well suddenly seem a stranger. When that happens, you are compelled to either recommit or get the hell out. There are many such times in a marriage.

Happiness and a love of fun are not coextensive, and their relationship may even be divergent. If one were happy, then one might stay in with a book, say, and not go out hunting for fun.

thought of that image as I was looking across the table at Max, at him looking back at me, old me, much older me: fifty-six. Max was born in 1906 and thus had always been—would always be—younger than I, by six years if I lied about my age, as I always did, or by seven if I was honest, which I was only in the privacy of my mind.

But the other thing I felt—that no one had ever told me I might—was that as much as I loved him, I could never be totally sure that I wanted him around forever. I did not know if my life was categorically "better" for having him here.

I could persevere and overcome all odds. I didn't want to feel like a quitter on this relationship, or anything else.

Love should be the final goal of a marriage, not a prerequisite.

It was only when we were in that bed, high above the world - then I thought the birds could have been circling around our bodies circled around each other - that we made our world totally separated from everything else. It was the only way we could be together.

And I know that when you get hurt, your first instinct is to run. But I also realized something else. No one has ever followed you when you did run. But I'm going to follow, and I'm going to keep following until you realize that you can trust me. I'm not going to let you run away from something that could be so great. That is so great. Marty, I love you. - Nate

Listen, I know everything you're saying is true. Ellie does need a good man. She needs someone steady. Someone who can offer her a life full of love and security.Unfortunately, she wants me. - Mason

He hesitated, looking at her. The old Ellie was gone. Replaced by a woman who was detached and cold. He didn't know what to say, how to reach her. There was a wall around her, and he'd laid the foundation for her to build it.

An Arundel Tomb"

Dryden's original play, Marriage à la Mode, included the lines: "Why should a foolish marriage vow/ which long ago was made/ Oblige us to each other now/ When passion is decayed?

Instead, she got one of the books off her dresser and sat in the eading chair, stretching out her legs and gently resting her feet on he bed. She sat there gazing at Luke's sleeping face for a long ime, then stirred and opened her book. Softly, she murmured, You aren't in my future, Luke. Unless I put you there.

Samantha said, I should be at the carnival. I have things to do. Sam, do we have to keep arguing about this? He handed her a cup but didn't let go until she met his gaze. I want you here. I need you here. She hesitated, then nodded. Okay, fine. It might not have been gracious acceptance, but at least it was acceptance, and Lucas was visibly relieved. Jaylene knew why. Samantha could be rather slippery when she didn't want to be somewhere.

Not that Alan was being particularly subtle. Mallory was somewhat bemused to find herself, for the first time in her adult life, on the traditionally male side of things in their relationship: she was the one who was perfectly happy with casual sex a couple of times a week, no strings or promises. Alan wanted more.

Samantha thought he looked very tired and more than a little grim, and even the simmering anger she felt toward him couldn't stop her from appreciating the courtesy. He was most always courteous, Luke. Damn him.

We have to just let go, expose ourselves, let someone else see who and what we really are. At least one other person.

But in the end, stories are about one person saying to another: This is the way it feels to me. Can you understand what I'm saying? Does it feel this way to you?