Quotes About Relationships

Djuna concerned only with the longitude, and latitude and altitude of human beings in relation to each other.

Awareness hurts. Relationships hurts. Life hurts. But to float, to drift, to live in the dream does not hurt.

What does it mean that you have not written me?... Am I a dream to you, am I not real and warm for you? What new loves, new ecstasies, new impulses move you now?

Anaïs, I only thought I loved you before; it was nothing like this certainty that's in me now. Was all this so wonderful only because it was brief and stolen? Were we acting for each other, to each other?

What is the greatest need of human beings? What is it they seek from me always? Intimacy. I listen with all my being, I am completely interested. I seek momentarily a full communion of eyes, feelings, thoughts.

I have belonged to you in a way you haven't to me.

We are cruel when someone refuses to play the role in which we have cast him. We judge a person only according to his relationship towards us.

The enormous difference between the relationships you need, and the one you deeply want. The need is created out of an accumulation of negativities, planted by traumatic experiences: fear, doubts, anxiety, dependence, weakness in certain realms, inadequacy, incompleteness. A certain relationship can remove the fear, calm anxiety, supply a certain completion, replace a loss, fulfill an organic insufficiency, lull an insecurity, supply a substitute love.

You haven't loved yet... You've only been trying to love; beginning to love. Trust alone is not love, desire alone is not love, illusion is not love, dreaming is not love. All these were paths leading you out of yourself, it is true, and so you thought they led to another, but you never reached the other. You were only on the way.

Tu te îndr?gosteÈ™ti de minÈ›ile oamenilor.

I know my defects. I don't need you to take that stand-offish and unsympathetic tone. I get enough of that from the men who can't bully me into loving them, or obeying them

The potion drunk by lovers is prepared by no one but themselves. The potion is the sum of one's whole existence. Every word spoken in the past accumulated forms and colors in the self. What flows through the veins besides blood is the distillation of every act committed, the sediment of all the visions, wishes, dreams, and experiences. All the past emotions converge to tint the skin and flavor the lips, to regulate the pulse and produce crystals in the eyes.

I have become an idiot like Gertrude Stein. That's what love does to intelligent women. They cannot write letters anymore.

Then the anger about blaming society for the situation in which we find ourselves — blaming, say, man for the situation in which woman finds herself. I don't believe in that because I believe very much our double responsibility, that we engage ourselves in destructive relationships, that we have a part of the responsibility, unconsciously.

I hope you never marry a man you don't love sexually. That is what I have done. I love everything about him, the way he behaves, his face, his body, the way he works, treats me, his thoughts, his way of smiling, talking, everything except the sexual man in him. I thought I did, before we married.

We love shadows of our hidden selves in others.

Odio a los hombres que temen la fuerza de las mujeres. Probablemente Jean amaba su fuerza, su poder destructivo. Porque June es destrucción.

Yo estoy rebosante de amor hacia ella. Y al mismo tiempo siento que me estoy muriendo. Nuestro amor sería la muerte. El abrazo de las imaginaciones.

We don't see things as they are, we see them as we are. And the day came when the risk to remain tight in a bud was more painful than the risk it took to blossom. Love never dies a natural death. It dies because we don't know how to replenish its source. It dies of blindness and errors and betrayals. It dies of illness and wounds; it dies of weariness, of witherings, of tarnishings.

Would not write you a diary of life on board because it is only this: Oatmeal for breakfast. Swimming in the pool. Invitation for cocktail. Walk with So and So. Lunch with Mr. & Mrs. Nobody. Movies with Mr. Connecticut Yankee. Tea with Count Z. Cocktails with rich Jewish merchant. Dinner with X. Dancing until midnight.

Henry:] Was thinking last night apropos of "Mile. Claude" and Germaine that it was a pity that women could not enjoy gigolos in the same way as men enjoy a whore.

You know I just dispatched copies to Aldous Huxley & Ezra Pound—finally heard from them. And to Blaise Cendrars.‡ Also wrote a good letter to Emma Goldman.

When man imposes his will on woman she knows how to give him the pleasure of assuming his power is greater and his will becomes her pleasure; but when the woman accomplishes this, the man never gives her a feeling of any pleasure, only of guilt for having spoken first and reversed the roles.

I haven't yet learned to call you by your first name, and Miss Nin sounds so stiff, like an invitation to tea.