Quotes About Relationships

Veja se posso amar ou pretender: primeiro, não sou bonito (...); segundo: não sou curioso, e o amor, se o reduzirmos às suas verdadeiras proporções, não passa de uma curiosidade; terceiro: não sou paciente, e nas conquistas amorosas a paciência é a principal virtude; quarto, finalmente: não sou idiota, porque, se com todos estes defeitos pretendesse amar, mostraria a maior falta de razão (Linha reta e linha curva)

Não lhe bastava ser casada entre quatro paredes e algumas árvores; precisava do resto do mundo, também. E quando eu me vi embaixo, pisando as ruas com ela, parando, olhando, falando, senti a mesma coisa. Inventava passeios para que me vissem, me confirmassem e me invejassem.

Um coqueiro, vendo-me inquieto e adivinhando a causa, murmurou de cima de si que não era feio que os meninos de quinze anos andassem nos cantos com as meninas de quatorze; ao contrário, os adolescentes daquela idade não tinham outro ofício, nem os cantos outra utilidade.

Mas o amor tem o grande inconveniente de não guardar a discrição necessária para que os estranhos não percebam. Quando dois olhares andam a falar entre si todo o mundo fica aniquilado para os olhos que os desferem; parece-lhes que têm o direito e a necessidade de viverem de si e por si.

Na mulher, o sexo corrige a banalidade; no homem, agrava.

Garde tes amis près de toi, et tes ennemis encore plus près.

Il n'est point d'autre moyen de se garder de la flatterie que de donner à entendre aux gens qu'ils ne t'offensent pas à te dire le vrai; mais quand chacun peut te dire le vrai, on cesse de te respecter.

From this arises the following question: whether it is better to be loved than feared, or the reverse. The answer is that one would like to be both the one and the other, but because they are difficult to combine, it is far better to be loved than feared if you cannot be both.

My father was different. He loved me, but under ordinary circumstances, he didn't see himself as my protector and my guide. He saw himself as a very cool person who loved to hang out with other cool people, including his own children.

I wind in and out of people's lives. Having touched them, I am blessed. Having touched me, they are blessed. Our roots are deepened. Our wings are strengthened. We have given each other grace to live more deeply.

I love, therefore I am vulnerable.

It's a strange thing, how you can love somebody, how you can be all eaten up inside with needing them--and they simply don't need you. That's all there is to it, and neither of you can do anything about it. And they'll be the same way with someone else, and someone else will be the same way about you and it goes on and on--this desperate need--and only once in a rare million do the same two people need each other.

Our story is never written in isolation. We do not act in a one-man play. We can do nothing that does not affect other people, no matter how loudly we say, It's my own business.

Love isn't how you feel. It's what you do. I've never had a feeling in my life. As a matter of fact, I matter only with earth people.

What I must learn is to love with all of me, giving all of me, and yet remain whole in myself. Any other kind of love is too demanding of the other; it takes, rather than gives. To love so completely that you lose yourself in another person is not good. You are giving a weight, not the sense of lightness and light that loving someone should give.

Mother says she can never stay mad at Daddy no matter how hard she tries. And Daddy says, ' Stay mad! You won't even let me get mad at you,' and then they laugh. Aren't you sorry for people who don't laugh, Vicky? Yes. And people who don't love music and books. And people, John said.

Love is the one surprise.

The growth of love is not a straight line, but a series of hills and valleys.

Friends--or lovers--are not always available to each other. Inner turmoils can cause us to be unhearing when someone needs us, to need to receive understanding when we should be giving understanding.

I was at the annual meeting of a state library association a few years later, when the children were in the process of leaving the nest, and one of the librarians asked me, What do you think you and Hugh have done which was the best for your children? I answered immediately and without thinking, We love each other.

The joys of love...last only a moment. The sorrows of love last all the life long.

There is nothing that makes me happier than sitting around the dinner table and talking until the candles are burned down.

Love, she insisted, is not power, which she considered always coercive. To love is to be vulnerable; and it is only in vulnerability and risk—not safety and security—that we overcome darkness.

It is the nature of love to create. It is the nature of hate to destroy.