#ships

When I was your age, if a boy behaved badly, one simply scored his name out from one's dance card. (Sadie Lancaster - to Lara Lington) ↗

— Sophie Kinsella

#age

Betsy hadn't had sex, actual; sex-sex, full sex, in two hundred and fifty-three days. She decided on her thirty-seventh birthday that she wouldn't sleep with anyone unless it was in the context of a committed relationship which had some sort of future, and she was only gradually coming to the realization of what happens when a woman her age makes a decision like that: she never has sex again. ↗

— Sarah Dunn

#single-women #age

Love is bread and water to the soul. My relationships are quite soggy.
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— Dark Jar Tin Zoo

#humor #love #relationships #age

But even then I knew how it was going to be, I could feel the coming silence in the long, poisonous pauses that expanded as the night progressed. ↗

— Sue Miller

#relationships #silence #sue-miller #while-i-was-gone #anger

As we embrace the mystery of love, we see that it contains not an absence of error, but the presence of grace. It contains not the absence of anger or pain, but the presence of forgiveness and healing. Not the absence of disharmony or confusion, but the presence of peace and clarity. To make a home into a sanctuary, we must be willing to make room in our hearts for one another's limitations, as well as our gifts. For it is here in this sacred space of the home and family, so brimming with life, so full of every emotion available to our hearts, that we learn what it means to love within all the nuances of an intimate relationship. ↗

— Shea Darian

#children #family #forgiveness #home #love

In the long history of male and female relations all the way back to the Garden, I can't think of one in which a woman's anger ever won over a man. ↗

— Marie Arana

#anger

You're great but you're not there when I go to bed at night or get up in the morning. You don't make me a cup of tea after a hard day at work, or rub my back in the bath. I'm sick of being lonely. Is that so wrong?  ↗

— Eleanor Prescott

#relationships #art

Janet Malcolm had famously described journalism as the art of seduction and betrayal. Any reporter who didn't see journalism as "morally indefensible" was either "too stupid" or "too full of himself," she wrote. I disagreed. Without shutting the door on the possibility that I was both stupid and full of myself, I'd never bought into the seduction and betrayal conceit. At most, journalism - particularly when writing about media-hungry public figures - was like the seduction of a prostitute. The relationship was transactional. They weren't talking to me because they liked me or because I impressed them; they were talking to me because they wanted the cover of Rolling Stone. ↗

— Michael Hastings

#transactional-relationships #art

I believe the world is divided in three groups: givers, takers and the few that can balance both impulses. Giving and loving is a beautiful thing. It is the currency of compassion and kindness, it is what separates good people from the rest. And without it, the world would be a bleak place. If you are a giver, it is wise to define your boundaries because takers will take what you allow them to; all givers must learn to protect that about themselves or eventually, there is nothing left to give. ↗

— Tiffany Madison

#giving #giving-up #love #relationships #beauty

There is no mystery-- that's the beauty of it. We are entirely explicable to each other, and yet we stay. What a miracle that is. ↗

— Kamila Shamsie

#true-love #beauty