Quotes About Relationship

I do not say making love, because this is not what he's doing. Copulating too would be inaccurate, because it would imply two people and only one is involved. Nor does rape cover it: nothing is going on here that I haven't signed up for. There wasn't a lot of choice, but there was some, and this is what I chose.

Some called it Eve's curse but she thought that was stupid, and the real curse of Eve was having to put up with the nonsense of Adam, who as soon as there was any trouble, blamed it all on her.

He'll find out somehow, because journeys end in lovers meeting.

Every Canadian has a complicated relationship with the United States, whereas Americans think of Canada as the place where the weather comes from.

Stretch your hand towards those gentle eyes that regard you with such trust

I didn't know I was about to be left with her idea of me; with her idea of my goodness pinned onto me like a badge and no chance to throw it back at her (as would have been the normal course of affairs with a mother and a daughter—if she'd lived, as I'd grown older).

the real curse of Eve was having to put up with the nonsense of Adam, who as soon as there was any trouble, blamed it all on her.

The two of us were—by our own admission—proficient and shameless liars of long standing. It's a wonder either one of us believed a word the other said.

How dare she be anything he was annoyed with her for not being?

But if it's a story, even in my head, I must be telling it to someone. You don't tell a story only to yourself. There's always someone else. Even when there is no one.

She's been a distraction for him, but not a necessity of life. More like a super-strong mint: intense while it lasted, but quickly finished.

Yes, good, kind Crake. Please stop singing or I can't go on with the story.

Just what the doctor ordered, he says. A bottle of lemonade, a hard-boiled egg, and Thou.

She didn't make the world the way it was, and she had been my mother, and I had loved her and she had loved me.

What he wants is intimacy, but I can't give him that.

But how can she ever get out of it, her life, except through him?

But if its a story, even in my head, I must be telling it to someone. You don't tell a story only to yourself. There's always someone.

In restaurants we argue over which of us will pay for your funeral / though the real question is whether or not I will make you immortal.

Be a good girl, she said. I hope you'll be a good sister to Laura. I know you try to be. I nodded. I didn't know what to say. I felt I was the victim of an injustice: why was it always me who was supposed to be a good sister to Laura, instead of the other way around? Surely my mother loved Laura more than she loved me.

All right, I say. I don't smile. Why tempt her to friendship?

The more it hurt, the more – he was convinced – he loved her.

I saw you as another god.

It's wonderful to hear his voice, even if she can't depend on having any sort of a conversation with him. His interventions tend to be one-sided: if she answers him, he doesn't often answer back. But it was always more or less like that between them.

A rebuke, a palpable rebuke! How dare she? He was already middle-aged when she was born! He could have been her father! He could have been her child molester!