Quotes About Relationship

Sex with Jonas was okay, but he was unsatisfied. According to him I was supposed to be having orgasms, but I had no idea what that was or how to do it. It didn't matter to me, I loved fucking and I just wanted to be close to him.

Sadness was the dowry Jill had brought to her marriage with my father.

We were like a fire triangle, he was the oxygen, I was the flame, and together we made the fuel. All mixed together we were a fire.

I still wasn't convinced that tossing a shoe didn't mean you harbored an anger-management problem, but I did understand love now. How it wrapped around you and made you more aware of the prickles on your skin, the roots of your hair, the intensity of every touch and every inch of you. It was like life on hi-def. Everything was sharper.

Imogen looked at Ty, at the one man who could halt her stone-cold logic and make her just feel.... She needed that, to be caught off guard, to learn to trust her first gut reaction to her emotions. There had been no hesitation on her part - he had asked and her heart had sung out a big fat yes.

I'm not backing down until you talk to me. What? I asked, cupping my hand to my ear. I can't hear you over the flapping sound of my loose vagina. The corner of his mouth lifted, and he almost laughed. Is that what that noise is? he asked. I thought it was the air conditioner.

Instead he leaned closer, gaze meeting hers from behind his horn-rims. Then go fix it. If you love him, it's worth it, Reese.

You make me better, you know that? I'm a fucked-up human being, but you make me better. Promise me if I don't make you happy, you'll toss me aside, no matter how much pressure I put on you. Because even though I can be selfish, all I really want is for you to be happy.

Reese grabbed the back of the nearest easy chair and whispered, Honey, baby, come to mama.

Because you make me. Because I didn't exist, not in any way that matters, until I met you.

because I figured out who I was- the man who had been born to love you.

I do remember everything. I do love you. I do want the chance to be a better husband.

Marriage is a working relationship. It has its moments of genuine, downright boredom. That's the trouble with Daphne. She can't stand being bored. She has to be in love—madly in love, and it's difficult to be madly in love with a husband three hundred and sixty-five days of the year.

Marriage has no guarantees. If that's what you're looking for, go live with a car battery.

For years my wedding ring has done its job. It has led me not into temptation. It has reminded my husband numerous times at parties that it's time to go home. It has been a source of relief to a dinner companion. It has been a status symbol in the maternity ward.

Relationship is thus always slavery of a kind, which leaves a residue of guilt.

Once the person begins to look to his relationship to the Ultimate Power, to infinitude, and to refashion his links from those around him to that Ultimate Power, he opens up to himself the horizon of unlimited possibility, of real freedom.

Psychology narrows the cause for personal unhappiness down to the person himself, and then he is stuck with himself. But we know that the universal and general cause for personal badness, guilt, and inferiority is the natural world and the person's relationship to it as a symbolic animal who must find a secure place in it.

Oh, darling, you will be good to me, won't you? Because we're going to have a strange life.

If my Valentine you won't be, I'll hang myself on your Christmas tree.

You won't do our things with another girl, or say the same things, will you?

I don't want to be your friend, baby. I am your friend.

It's funny, I said. It's very funny. And it's a lot of fun, too, to be in love. Do you think so? her eyes looked flat again. I don't mean fun that way. In a way it's an enjoyable feeling. No, she said. I think it's hell on earth.

I do not need to get used to your silence. I already know it. I quite possibly love all of it.