Quotes About Relationship

I realized that abiding by his rules would cost me little, but to him, it would mean a lot. I recognized that sometimes he really did have a point, and in that insisting on getting my own way all the time without regard to his feelings or needs, I was in some way diminishing myself. ...In one form or another, it is what we all must go through in order to grow up.

We didn't just love each other and make each other laugh and share the same basic values—there was symmetry there, the way we complemented each other. We could have each other's back, guard each other's blind spots. We could be a team. Of course, that was another way of saying we were very different, in experience and in temperament.

And you won't have to wake up at four in the morning," she said, a point that I found most compelling.

If my father hadn't exactly disappointed me, he remained something unknown, something volatile and vaguely threatening. My

She's happy now she's met someone. And I have my work." "Is that enough?" "Sometimes.

I wanted to kiss Tom at that moment, but I kissed Michelle instead.

Maintaining this social compact, though, required trust. It required that we see ourselves as bound together

Michelle shook her head and looked out the window. We both knew what I was asking for. Another disruption. Another gamble. Another step in the direction of something I wanted and she truly didn't. "This is it, Barack," Michelle said. "One last time. But don't expect me to do any campaigning. In fact, you shouldn't even count on my vote.

every so often I needed a dose of her passion and integrity, both as a temperature check on my conscience and because she often had specific, creative

although Michelle's tastes and mine often diverged: She preferred rom-coms, while according to her, my favorite movies usually involved "terrible things happening to people, and then they die.

I had called my most recent ex-husband.

wouldn't get married on her birthday. He wouldn't do that to the mother of his children, even if the divorce had been finalized two years ago this past April. Nicole made a sound of disgust. "Of

I've never been good at letting people in, but somehow you're here, and I'm glad.

She had waited for the stab of jealousy the first time she heard the name, had braced for the squeeze in her chest, the heaviness in the pit of her stomach, the things any red-blooded wife should feel.

Love is a choice you make from moment to moment.

When you make a commitment to a relationship, you invest your attention and energy in it more profoundly because you now experience ownership of that relationship

The real act of marriage takes place in the heart, not in the ballroom or church or synagogue. It's a choice you make - not just on your wedding day, but over and over again - and that choice is reflected in the way you treat your husband or wife.

A man who is a good lover to his wife is his children's best friend.… Child care is play to a woman who is happy. And only a man can make a woman happy. In deepest truth, a father's first duty to his children is to make their mother feel fulfilled as a woman.

Do the owners have any idea of the misery that goes into rendering their homes motel-perfect? Would they be bothered if they did know, or would they take a sadistic pride in what they have purchased --boasting to dinner guests, for example, that their floors are cleaned only with the purest of fresh human tears?...I have never employed a cleaning person or service...because this is just not the kind of relationship I want to have with another human being.

If the Lord hasn't got a boyfriend lined up for me to marry, that's his business.

Maybe he's been in Africa so long he has forgotten that we Christians have our own system of marriage, and it is called Monotony.

you can't really know the person standing before you, because always there is some missing piece

For time and eternity there have been fathers like Nathan who simply can see no way to have a daughter but to own her like a plot of land. To work her, plow her under, rain down a dreadful poison upon her. Miraculously, it causes these girls to grow. They elongate on the pale slender stalks of their longing, like sunflowers with heavy heads. You can shield them with your body and soul, trying to absorb that awful rain, but they'll still move toward him. Without cease they'll bend to his light.

I've been thinking about that. About how your kids aren't really yours, they're just these people that you try to keep an eye on, and hope you'll all grow up someday to like each other and still be in one piece.