Georgia King Quotes

Love is a deception and a trap. Love is as big a myth that God sits with his flowing white beard in a throne and looks at us.

Never marry a man who hates his mother because he'll end up hating you.

When you're the object of everyone's affection, make no mistake about it: you are an object. People don't have any interest in loving you for you. Their love for you is for who they think you are.

If a person loves only one other person and is indifferent to all others, his love is not love but a symbiotic attachment, or an enlarged egotism.

Ted needs someone to be there 100% of the time. He thinks that's love. It's not love - it's babysitting.

I was blinded by being a romantic person.

I try not to kid myself. You know, I don't mind romancing someone else, but to fool yourself is pretty devastating and dangerous.

Well, people fall in love with the wrong guy all the time, it doesn't make them bad people.

We always deceive ourselves twice about the people we love - first to their advantage, then to their disadvantage.

I never fall in love.

The man that thinks he loves his mistress for her own sake is mightily mistaken.

Love makes you blind. One day you're in love, the next day you wake up and realize that not everything is perfect.

'Sticky' is about reaching a point in a relationship where you both realize you guys shouldn't be dating, but you're doing it anyway just because you like to have that sense of just being able to be honest with the person and comfortable with the person. You kind of ignore all of the signs and red flags because you really want to like the person.

My motto is, if you love something, don't set it free. No matter how hard it struggles. That would be stupid.

Every relationship I was in, I loved the girl. It's just the moral values and standards was off. I was loving and lying.

When you want to fall in love, you ignore red flags in the optimistic hope that it does work out.

I figured if I played nice, I’d get more time with you.

The heart of a woman who loves will forgive many blows.

Love sees clearly, and seeing, loves on. But infatuation is blind; when it gains sight, it dies.

He's lived a fiction. And, of course, he thinks that if you love someone enough, they will love you. And that if you steer things enough, things will, under your control, come right. And this is the fiction of the controller: a controller thinks that they can control their life into being what they want it to be. But their life will never be what they want it to be until they stop controlling, and that is their journey.

As soon as we find ourselves working at being indispensable, rigging up a pattern of vulnerability in our loved ones, we know that our love has taken the socially sanctioned form of egotism.

You don't love someone because they're perfect, you love them in spite of the fact that they're not.

I told you: you can make yourself love anybody.

Almost all the time, you tell yourself you're loving somebody when you're just using them. This only looks like love.

He must love me, i thought, amazed. A faint whiff of nausea hit me at seeing pain as proof of love, but it seemed true. Unavoidable.