Quotes About Relationships

He had stopped loving Maurice and should have to say so plainly.

Cuando el amor se desvanece se le recuerda no como amor, sino como algo distinto. Bienaventurados los ignorantes que lo olvidan por completo, y no son conscientes de los anhelos y de los absurdos del pasado, de las largas conversaciones sin propósito.

El amor había fallado. El amor era una emoción a través de la cual podías a veces gozarte a ti mismo. No podía dar frutos.

Clive, did I hurt you?' 'No.' 'My darling, I didn't mean to.' 'I'm all right.' They looked at one another for a moment before beginning new lives. 'What an ending,' he sobbed, 'what an ending.

But they did not chatter much, for the boy, when he liked a person, would as soon sit silent in his company as speak.

She only felt that the candle would burn better, the packing go easier, the world be happier, if she could give and receive some human love. The impulse had come before to-day, but never so strongly.

Perhaps we woke up one another. I like to think that anyway.

He had failed, and that wasn't the saddest: he had seen Alex fail. In a way they were one person. Love had failed. Love was an emotion through which you occasionally enjoyed yourself. It could not do things.

He looked at her, instead of through her, for the first time since they were engaged.

she wasn't convinced that love is necessary to a successful union. If love is everything, few marriages would survive the honeymoon.

Nor am I concerned with duty. I'm concerned with the characters of various people whom we know, and how, things being as they are, things may be made a little better.

She always treated him as a boy, which he was, and as a fool, which he was not, thinking herself so immeasurably superior to him that she neglected opportunity after opportunity of establishing her rule. He was good-looking and indolent; therefore he must be stupid. He was poor; therefore he would never dare to criticize his benefactress. He was passionately in love with her; therefore she could do exactly as she liked.

I don't intend him, or any man or any woman, to be all my life — good heavens, no! There are heaps of things in me that he doesn't, and shall never, understand.

It all turns on affection now," said Margaret. "Affection. Don't you see?" Resuming her usual methods, she wrote the word on the house with her finger. "Surely you see. I like Helen very much, you not so much. Mr. Mansbridge doesn't know her. That's all. And affection, when reciprocated, gives rights. Put that down in your note-book, Mr. Mansbridge. It's a useful formula.

For if it did, if we could answer their love not with gratitude but with equal love, life would lose much of its pathos and much of its squalor, and we might be wonderfully happy.

Even when we love people, we desire to keep some corner secret from them, however small: it is a human right: it is personality

The more people one knows, the easier it becomes to replace them. It's one of the curses of London. #HowardsEnd

Nah,' I tell her after a while. 'He is more like a brother, you know?' The good kind. The kind with the purple teeth.

Instead of loving your enemies - treat your friends a little better.

Never tell a secret to a bride or a groom wait until they have been married longer.

It may be a cold, clammy thing to say, but those that treat friendship the same as any other selfishness seem to get the most out of it.

The little trouble in the world that is not due to love is due to friendship.

Our attitude towards others determines their attitude towards us.

The man who didn't want his wife to work has been succeeded by the man who asks about her chances of getting a raise.