It struck her all at once that dealing with other human beings was an awful lot of work.
A family is too frail a vessel to contain the risks of all the warring impulses expressed when such a group meets on common ground.
A poor relation is the most irrelevant thing in nature, a piece of non pertinent correspondence, an odious approximation, a haunting conscience, a preposterous shadow, lengthening in the noontide of our prosperity.
There's a lot of things you can put up with, as long as you're not related to them.
When you're around somebody all the time, you butt heads every now and then. That's what happens in every family.
I hate the way, once you start to know someone, care about them, their behavior can distress you, even when it's unreasonable and not your fault, even if you were really trying to be careful, tactful.
We all have the same problems with family or friends, boyfriends, all that stuff.
I'm tired of being the bad guy all the time, saying 'no' to people I like.
Seven years without a break really takes a toll on you, and you don't even realize it. You're affected by other people, and after a while, sometimes they have love for you, and sometimes they don't.
There are interesting tensions that will naturally occur with any relationship. No matter what setting, what era, the tension is very, very real. It's basic human tension.
The people sometimes who are closest to us are the ones who bear the brunt of our frustration.
dissonance, n. Nights when I need to sleep and you can't. Days when I want to talk to you and you won't. Hours when every noise you make interferes with my silence. Weeks when there is a buzzing in the air, and we both pretend we don't here it.
