Quotes About Relationship

Oh, Trent and I go back a long way," I said lightly, twirling a curl of my hair about my finger and remembering its new shortness. "We met at camp as children. Sort of romantic when you think about it." I smiled at Trent's suddenly blank look.

Skimmer's and my relationship was probably going to nosedive like a brick with wings.

I like where I live," he said, landing behind the side pocket in his best Peter Pan pose. "You two women are too flaky to put my family in your hands. Just ask anyone here. They'd agree with me!" Ivy huffed and turned her back on him, muttering under her breath, but I could tell she was relieved her new landlord wasn't her mom.

Trent was Cincinnati's most eligible bachelor, still single because of me. He'd thanked me for that in a weird moment of honesty when he thought we might die in a demon's prison cell. I was still wondering why I'd bothered to save his little elf butt. Misplaced responsibility, maybe? That I'd saved his life didn't seem to mean anything to him, since he had tried to make my skull one with a tombstone not three seconds after I got us safe.

I gotta go," I wheezed. "This is shitty, you know? How do you live like this?" "Rachel!" he cried, but it was too late, (Rachel and Al)

Get out," he said flatly. "I just got her normal again. Get out before you turn her into a sniveling, twitterpated…twit!" "Jenks!" I exclaimed, and Pierce put a calming hand on me. "That is my intent, Jenks," he said gallantly, and I wondered if Pierce meant his intent was to leave or to turn me into a twitterpated twit.

I wanted to make decisions on who I loved by who completed me, made me feel good about myself. Who I could love freely and help make a better person by just being there.

The Weres would track us from there. I'm surprised they haven't found us already. I can't believe you bit her. We have four Were packs scenting for our blood, and you think now is a good time to change your relationship?

If you think living with Ivy and trying to avoid getting bitten was difficult, wait until you try living with her while trying to find a blood balance. This isn't an easier road, Rache," he said, gaze distant and unaware of the worry he was starting in me. "It's a harder one. And you're going to be hurting all the way along it.

I hadn't wished for Trent in my life, but now that I had him, I was more confused, more heartbroken than I'd ever been. Trent was willing to sacrifice everything for me, but I didn't know if I could let him.

Nina made a dramatic sigh. "She won't give me one, either," she lamented

Yes, well, it's not, like I want to marry you he said.

I want to wake up beside you, see your curls on my pillow. I want a chance at falling in love.

To the guy who finishes my sentences and gets my jokes. Even the lame ones.

I can guarantee it, Jenks said as their eyes met. The second that you see her, you will fall in love. You will do anything for her, anything at all, and she will know it and love you back. That's all kids want to know—that you love them.

To be able to show someone that, yes, you are someone worth sacrificing for? That you like them for their faults and that you respect them for their ability to rise above them?

Yes, well, it's not like I want to marry you," he said.

I want to love someone. I think I might already.

To the only man I'd make butterscotch pudding for

The woman could stomp like an elephant,' [...] 'Quen threatened to smack her.' 'Yes, thrash her,' Al said, slumping back against the wall. 'But she always had my coffee and toast to distract me.' His expression became serious. 'You cannot thrash the person who makes you coffee. It's a rule somewhere.

Self-reliance my ass. We're fucking monkeys. It's always about teamwork.

Maybe that's what a marriage is," Mqaret said. "Whistling together. Some kind of performance. I mean, not just a conversation, but a performance.

He was not her therapist now but her lover, and if you couldn't make your lover angry, then what kind of lover was he? She saw the awful bind that one was put in when one's lover was also one's therapist-- how their objective eye and soothing voice could become the distancing device of a professional manner. A man doing his job--it was intolerable to be judged by such an eye, as if he were somehow above it all, and did not have any problems himself, any emotions that he could not control.

Of course I will like forever any woman who has gone to bed with me, as long as we don't become a couple and hate each other forever.