Quotes About Relationship

See, he began, leaning back into the booth, I was at this car dealership today, and I saw this girl. It was an across-a-crowded-room kind of thing. A real moment, you know? I rolled my eyes. Chloe said, And this would be Remy? Right. Remy, he said, repeating my name with a smile. Then, as if we were happy honeymooners recounting our story for strangers he added, Do you want to tell the next part? No, I said flatly.

I trailed off and he didn't push me to finish. I was finding that I liked that.

Really, it had been stupid to expect anything anyway. A few late nights does not a habit, or a relationship, make.

But now, I was beginning to wonder if you didn't always have to choose between turning away for good or rushing in deeper. In the moments that it really counts, maybe it's enough- more than enough, even- just to be there. ~Ruby, pg 399

Just like that, with one phone call, she was a daughter again.

Despite our differences, we did have a history. No one understood where I was coming from the way he did.

I didn't want to leave things the way we had, unresolved, ... and tried to tell myself he cared about me enough not to look elsewhere for what I wasn't giving him.

As far as I was concerned, we'd come to a draw: I hadn't wanted to come, and she didn't want me to leave. We were even. But I knew my mother wouldn't see it that way. Lately, we didn't seem to see anything the same.

Maybe it was just part of growing up with someone. Once you have a rhythm and stay with it long enough, it's not hard to find again.

You didn't have to take a punch for me, you know,' he said. 'I'm a lover, not a fighter.' 'You're a freak is what you are,' I said. He stuck out his hand. 'Come on, slugger. Walk with me. You know you want to.' And the thing was, despite everything I knew-that it was a mistake, that he was different from the others-I did. How he knew that, I had no idea. But I got up and did it anyway.

You can't act like you care about someone but not let them care about you.

I know you guys have some sort of weird thing going on, with that game you play and everything— It's called a friendship.

And so we stood there in the kitchen, my mother and I, facing off over everything that had built up since June, when I was willing to hand myself over free and clear. Now I needed her to return it all to me, with the faith that I could make my own way.

You're always a kid around your parents… Unless they're acting like children. Then you don't get the chance.

It wasn't until Kiffney-Brown, when I met Jason Talbot, that I really thought I might actually have one of those boyfriend kind of stories to tell the next time I got together with my old friends. Jason was smart, good-looking, and seriously on the rebound after his girlfriend at Jackson dumped him for, in his words, 'a juvenile delinquent welder with a tattoo'.

This was our common ground, the secret we shared but never spoke aloud.

I wondered if it was really because he cared about me, or if now I was just another challenge.

It was the best kind of love story . . . until there was an ending to it.

And I felt comfort. Finally. All I'd wanted for so long was for someone to explain everything that had happened to me in this same way. To label it neatly on a page: this leads to this leads to this. I knew, deep down, it was more complicated than that, but watching Jason, I was hopeful. He took the mess that was Macbeth and fixed it, and I had to wonder if he might, in some small way, be able to do the same for me. So I moved myself closer to him, and I'd been there ever since.

I think she loves him, Lia said. And love is needing someone. Love is putting up with someone's bad qualities because they somehow complete you Love is an excuse to put up with shit that you shouldn't,I replied.

Who would have thought that grieving and old relationship and enjoying a new one could happen simultaneously, in parallel?

I don't think I like you." "A common reaction," he replied. "I'll win you over. Eventually." She

For whatever reason - time, circumstance, distance- he wasn't able to give it to me himself. But he did give me Benji, and I would be forever grateful. With love like that, you can't get picky about how it finds you or the details. All that matters is that it's there. Better late than never.

A united front announcing a split.