Quotes about Relationships

Relationships are two people; everyone is accountable. A lot goes into a relationship coming together, and a lot goes into a relationship falling apart. Even if it's 98 percent the other person's fault, it's 2 percent yours.... You can only clean up your side of the street.

Women should stop going for the bad guys, stop looking so far when the good ones are right there.

A relationship isn't going to make me survive. It's the cherry on top.

Marriage is wonderful.

I hate him for himself, but despise him for the memories he revives.

People feel with their hearts, Ellen: and since he has destroyed mine, I have not power to feel for him.

If all else perished, and he remained, I should still continue to be; and if all else remained, and he were annihilated, the universe would turn to a mighty stranger: I should not seem a part of it. My love for Linton is like the foliage in the woods: time will change it, I'm well aware, as winter changes trees. My love for Heatcliff resembles the eternal rocks beneath: a source of little visible delight, but necessary.

And you love Edgar, and Edgar loves you. All seems smooth and easy: where is the obstacle? Here! and here! replied Catherine, striking one hand on her forehead, and another on her breast: in whichever place the soul lives. In my soul and in my heart, I'm convinced I'm wrong!

I love him better than myself, Ellen; and I know it by this: I pray every night that I may live after him; because I would rather be miserable than that he should be: that proves I love him better than myself.' 'Good words,' I replied.  'But deeds must prove it also; and after he is well, remember you don't forget resolutions formed in the hour of fear.

It formed a sweet picture.  The long light hair curled slightly on the temples; the eyes were large and serious; the figure almost too graceful.  I did not marvel how Catherine Earnshaw could forget her first friend for such an individual.

Every Linton on the face of the Earth could melt into nothing before I'd agree to give up Heathcliff.

One was about forty: a period of mental vigour at which men seldom cherish the delusion of being married for love by girls: