Julie Garwood Quotes

I've always been shocked and waiting-for-the-other-shoe-to-drop that a girl would ever talk to me, let alone want to marry me. They always seem to hold the power to me, and from my mother to my wife to my daughter, every time I try to really figure them out, and think I've got them pegged, I pay for it.

I'm really emotional. I don't fight with people - like, I can barely fight with my husband because I'll just start crying instead. I've learned not to do that.

Every time a woman makes herself laugh at her husband's often-told jokes she betrays him. The man who looks at his woman and says 'What would I do without you?' is already destroyed.

Her hand touched me at the wrist. "If I gave you my life, you would drop it. Wouldn't you?" I didn't say anything.

You can tell a lot about what a man lacks by watching what he is cynical about, and many of us are cynical about love.

A young lady had only one complaint about her good husband: "My husband always praises me to other people," she said, "Often I hear from friends the wonderful things he has said about me. But I miss something, because he never gets around to saying these some things to me, to my face."

Just the fact that you need me to prove I love you is probably a clue it isn’t working

Among fifty percent of your married couples, the husband worries very little about what his wife is doing, provided she is doing all he wishes.

An integral part of any relationship is knowing that you could be killed in your sleep at any time.

Never waste jealousy on a real man: it is the imaginary man that supplants us all in the long run.

When you know someone for four-five years, you tend to know everything about the person. You tend to know when the other person is reacting to a certain situation, how the other person would react in a situation.

How many relationships have we been in where its like, are we together, are we boyfriend and girlfriend? What does that even mean? We're too scared to ask the question, we're afraid of the answers. It's a learning curve.

I personally have always hated dating. I was never vulnerable or insecure in any part of my life, but I would become that way with a guy because they have control, according to society, when it comes to dating.

No married woman ever trusts her husband absolutely, nor does she ever act as if she did trust him. Her utmost confidence is as wary as an American pickpocket's confidence that the policeman on the beat will stay bought.

I know not which lives more unnatural lives, obeying husbands, or commanding wives.

A woman usually respects her father, but her view of her husband is mingled with contempt, for she is of course privy to the transparent devices by which she snared him.

Being left makes you doubt your ability to keep people, even friends.

The most dangerous lovers women have are men of Cordis's feminine temperament. Such men, by the delicacy and sensitiveness of their own organizations, read women as easily and accurately as women read each other. They are alert to detect and interpret those smallest trifles in tone, expression, and bearing, which betray the real mood far more unmistakably than more obvious signs.

The man who enters his wife's dressing room is either a philosopher or a fool.

Maybe I was worrying for nothing. Maybe it had just been casual for him, and I wouldn't even have to tell him it couldn't happen again. After all, the man was a couple hundred years older than me and a former gigolo. I certainly hadn't robbed him of his virginity.

Think of your husband as a house. You are allowed to give him a fresh coat of paint and change out the furniture now and then. But if you're constantly trying to pour a new foundation or replace the roof, you're in serious trouble.

Maybe I was afraid to trust him with something so personal as my devotion.

I wondered if it was really because he cared about me, or if now I was just another challenge.

In the early years, you fight because you don't understand each other. In the later years, you fight because you do.

Do you love me? What? Do you? I love you. I don't know if I trust you. Maybe you shouldn't do either. Maybe I'm the one who should decide!