Quotes About Relationships

A man's hatred could run deeper than any gift could reach.

Men were fickle, especially when they had positions of power, and she hadn't expected affair to last long.-Rahab

She didn't make life easy on those who loved her, but she was worth it.

Opening her eyes, she looked up at him and laughed. Look at us, quoting Scripture. Matthias loved the warmth in her eyes. My father was a preacher, but it was my mother who taught me the Bible. He tucked the strand of hair behind her ear. Never underestimate the importance of the woman who rocks the cradle.

He traced her face with one finger again. 'A woman is either a wall or a door, beloved.'' She gave a bleak laugh and looked at him. '' Then I guess i'm a door a thousand mean have walked through.'' ''No. You are a wall, a stone wall, four feet thick and a hundred feet high, I can't get over you all by myself, but I keep trying.

All day Annie had watched family members, friends, and neighbors wander around the garden, and she kept thinking how they were all like flowers. Some were poppies, blooming bold and brief. Others were like ornamental vines, passionflowers, or trumpets. Still others were shy violets and wallflowers. And all together, what a beautiful world they made. Everyone different, everyone amazing to behold.

It is impossible to love and be wise.

Champagne for my real friends, real pain for my sham friends

We are each called to reach out to others. On rare occasions that can happen on a grand scale. But most of the time it happens in simple acts of kindness of one person to another. Those are the events that really matter.

No voy a pedir que me quieras siempre como ahora, pero si te pido que lo recuerdes.

Uno no puede saber nunca el lugar que ocupa realmente en la vida de otra persona.

Voi abitate a West Egg disse con fare sprezzante. Conosco qualcuno laggiù. Io non conosco nessuno. Dovete conoscere Gatsby. Gatsby? chiese Daisy. Che Gatsby?

Tom y Daisy eran criaturas desconsideradas: hacían añicos las cosas y personas y luego volvían a sus dinero o a su enorme desconsideración, o a lo que fuese que los mantenía unidos, y dejaban que otros se encargaran de limpiar lo que ellos ensuciaban.

Taking the things people do wrong seriously is part of taking them seriously. It's part of letting their actions have weight. It's part of letting their actions be actions rather than just indifferent shopping choices; of letting their lives tell a life-story, with consequences, and losses, and gains, rather than just being a flurry of events. It's part of letting them be real enough to be worth loving, rather than just attractive or glamorous or pretty or charismatic or cool.

the best that can be done is to love for the sake of it, and to keep sorrow company.

No matter how kind or well-meaning you are, someone will always resent you.

Wasn't that partly what it meant to be in love—that two people told each other everything, confiding without reserve or embarrassment their dreams, doubts, fears, plans, ambitions? Didn't being in love mean there was no need of secrets?

If you maintain a robust agenda of activities, if you nurture a rich network of relationships, if you intellectually challenge yourself, if you pay attention to your diet, if you exercise regularly and vigorously, if you latch on to a sense of purpose—all of this will probably enhance your cognitive fitness, your mental

Such examples should alert one to the fact that falling in love and staying in love may be two rather different processes. The first is based mainly on immediate attraction, while the second will require negotiation, compromise, and a far better understanding of both oneself and one's partner. Falling in love is grand; staying in love is hard work.

Disloyalty does not develop suddenly one day or grow quickly in just a month.

Two are better than one, because they have a good reward for their labor. For if they fall, one will lift up his companion. But woe to him who is alone when he falls, for he has no one to help him up.

Joe) Dimaggio was, in fact, mostly just a cold fish. Not even his brother Dom, who played outfield for the Red Sox..., seemed to care much for the Yankee Clipper. As someone best summed up Dimaggio: What kind of guy learns to love the most beautiful woman in the world only after she dies?

Think on it, Chani: the princess will have the name, yet she'll live as less than a concubine - never to know a moment of tenderness from the man to whom she's bound. While we, Chani, we who carry the name of concubine - history will call us wives.

You know it's love when you want to give joy and damn the consequences.