Quotes About Relationship

Things weren't the same with us, not right away, and maybe not ever. We were growing up. We were still figuring out how to be in each other's lives without being everything to each other.

He made it so hard not to love him. When he was sweet like this, I remembered why I did. Used to love him, I mean. I remembered everything.

What now?" Conrad didn't let me off the hook that easy. He said, "What now with you and Jeremiah or with you and me?

Why is it so hard to say no to him? Is this what it's like to be in love with somebody?

We are married. We are infinite. Me and Conrad. The first boy I ever slow danced with, ever cried over. Ever loved

We sat around the kitchen table picking off of foil-covered plates. Conrad kept sneaking looks at me, and every time I looked back, he looked away. I'm right here, I wanted to tell him. I'm still here.

Underneath my lashes I watched him, and I thought,Come back. Be the you I love and remember

I can see now that it's the little things, the small efforts, that keep a relationship going. And I know now too that in some small measure I have the power to hurt him and also the power to make it better.

You know how I know she's your most important person? You pick her every time.

Josh Sanderson, I liked you first. By all rights, you were mine. And if it had been me, I'd have packed you in my suitcase and taken you with me, or, you know what, I would have stayed. I would never have left you. Not in a million years, not for anything.

We broke so easily. Like it was nothing. Like we were nothing. Does that mean it was never meant to be in the first place? That we were an accident of fate? If we were meant to be, how could we both walk away like that?

To love a boy, to have him love you back. It feels miraculous.

I went over and over everything that had ever happened between us. I couldn't keep doing it, going back and fourth, holding her close and then pushing her away. It wasn't right

Remember that summer you liked that girl who worked at the boardwalk? Angie?" "No," he said, but I knew he was lying. "What about her?" "Did you ever hook up with her?" Conrad finally lifted his head up from the couch. "No," he said. "I don't believe you." "I tried, once. But she socked me in the head and said she wasn't that kind of girl.I think she was a Jehovah's Witness or something.

Is this your feller?" "No, not really," I say, and Peter throws his arm around my shoulder and says, "Yes, sir. I'm her feller

for belly, conrad is the sun. and when the sun comes out, the stars disappear.

When she leaned forward to mess with the AC vents, her hair brushed against my leg and it was really soft. It made remember all over again. It made it hard to stay pissed and keep her at arm's length the way I'd planned. It was pretty near damn impossible. When I was near her, I just wanted to grab her and hold her and kiss the shit out of her. Maybe then she'd forget about my asshole of a brother.

What's a meet-cute?" Peter's lying on his side now, his head propped up on his elbow. He looks so adorable I could pinch his cheeks, but I refrain from saying so. His head is big enough as it is. "A meet-cute is when the hero and heroine meet for the very first time, and it's always in a charming way. It's how you know they're going to end up together. The cuter the better.

Good," he says, and he takes my hand, and he closes my locker door, and he walks me to class like a real boyfriend, like we're really in love. How was I supposed to know what's real and what's not? It feels like I'm the only one who doesn't know the difference.

I've never known Margot to chicken out before, but I suppose in matters of the heart, there's no predicting how a person will or won't behave.

Sisters are supposed to fight and make up, because they are sisters and sisters always find their way back to each other. But the thing that scares me is that maybe we won't.

I just want it to be fun and light the way it always is with us. I want him to at leas still be my friend. Especially now that we're at the end.

And grumbling, he does it, in front of everybody, which is how I know he is utterly and completely mine.

If you make Josh's dumb white- chocolate cranberry cookies and not my fruitcake ones, it's over.