Quotes About Relationships

You . . . make me laugh talking about Casanova. You don't know yet what men are like, pardon.

Será que o amor sempre acabava por se transformar em uma longa sucessão de sofrimentos?

I had a thought tonight that it was to a woman like you I should have been married. Or, is it that love, in the beginning, always inspires such thoughts?

me he enfrentado a mis sentimientos. Soy plenamente concientes de ellos.Prro aún no he encontrado a nadie con quién quisiera vivirlos hasta el final. Por otra parte no estoy segura de que es lo que quiero vivir hasta el final.

My mother won't live any longer in the house of a person capable of writing such a "dirty" book as my study of Lawrence.

Listen, if there are only two men in the world and one woman life is worth creating . . . there is life. The three of us can fight the tide of Spengler's asphyxiating gas—pessimism.

Al final de la velada, yo era como un hombre, estaba profundamente enamorada de su rostro y de su cuerpo, que prometía tanto, y odiaba el ser que los demás habían creado en ella. Los demás sienten gracias a ella; y gracias a ella, componen poemas; gracias a ella, odian; y otros, como Henry, la aman aunque les pese.

O inimigo de um amor nunca vem de fora, não é homem ou mulher, é o que falta em nós mesmos.

Me siento atrapada entre la belleza de June y el genio de Henry. De manera distinta, me entrego a los dos, una parte de mí para cada uno. Pero amo a June con locura, fuera de toda razón. Henry me da vida. June me da muerte. He de escoger y no puedo. Ofrecer a Henry todos los sentimientos que he experimentado respecto a June es exactamente como entregarme a él en cuerpo y alma.

Kay was showing this, exaggerating her whims- loving herself through Leila, really.

Each friend represents a world in us, a world possibly not born until they arrive, and it is only by this meeting that a new world is born

Es cierto, como dice Hugo, que yo llevo mis pensamientos y especulaciones al diario y que él sólo es consciente del dolor que puedo causarle cuando ocurre algún incidente. Sin embargo, yo soy su diario. Sólo es capaz de pensar en voz alta conmigo o a través mío.

I need your letters, as human assertions of reality.

We give to our friends only a small part of ourselves. In the climate of love another being emerges.

The Spaniard does not give his mind and soul to the woman! The Spaniard is the man who associates with man only in the building of a world.

There is a curious contradiction between those who complain that we have too many novels obsessed with the incapacity to achieve relationships and those who constantly upbraid the writers who deal exclusively with personal relationship. Men write about alienation and women about relationships. Feminine writing is often attacked as small, subjective, personal. The impotence to relate to another is the impotence to love others, and from this impotence to crime is a natural step.

People are miserable and tense because they don't make love enough.

No one but a woman in love ever sees the maximum of men's greatness.

She would have liked to be like him, near to everyone, anyone, but she could not. It saddened her.

Explanations are for husbands, for people you don't care about any more.

What corrodes a love are the secrets.

I think sometimes that perhaps I have been unfair to put my writing above everything else. I am a man and I want my woman. If writing interferes then to hell with writing.

We are like sculptors, constantly carving out of others the image we long for, need, love or desire, often against reality, against their benefit, and always, in the end, a disappointment, because it does not fit them.

The only abnormality is the incapacity to love.