#relations

People will ask you the question 'how is life treating you?' But my question is 'how are you treating life?' On that your happiness rests ↗

— Rasheed Ogunlaru

#flow #happiness #happyness #inner-peace #questioning

But nearly every woman I know has a roughly similar story - in fact, dozens of them: stories about being obsessed with a celebrity, work colleague or someone they vaguely knew for years; living in a parallel world in their head; conjuring up endless plots and scenarios for this thing that never actually happened. ↗

— Caitlin Moran

#humor #relationships #humor

… she gave me a look that deftly combined tenderness with revulsion. To this day the memory of that look still visits me like a Jehovah’s Witness: uninvited and tireless. ↗

— Steve Toltz

#humor #relationships #humor

I don't see how being married could be any worse than listening to you talk for twenty years, but that still ain't much of a recommendation for it. ↗

— Larry McMurtry

#humor

My life was dark, torture and empty before you found me. You brought the light, Red. I love you. ↗

— M.A. Stacie

#relationships #romance #life

People complain because roses have thorns; I am thankful that thorns have roses because I have finally learned not to pick them the next time around. ↗

— Shannon L. Alder

#love #relationships #romance #friendship

In our opposed forms of loneliness and self-recognition and recognition of the other, we touched each other often as we spoke; and on shore in explorations of the past, we strolled with our arms linked... ↗

— Harold Brodkey

#gay #love #old #platonic-love #relationship

The very best people are like that. They don't entangle you like flypaper. ↗

— Alan Bradley

#relationships #humor

I closed my eyes and resigned myself to the fact that my boyfriend was a pervert. He was lucky he was so cute. ↗

— J.M. Colail

#humor #lgbt #relationship #humor

See if you can spot the difference between these two statements: (a) «Those trousers make your backside look fat.» (b) «You're a repellently obese old hag upon whom I am compelled to heap insults and derision — depressingly far removed from the, 'stupid, squeaky, pocket-sized English women,' who make up my vast catalogue of former lovers and to whom I might as well return right now as I hate everything about you.» Maybe the acoustics were really bad in the dining room, or something. ↗

— Mil Millington

#humor #relationships #humor