Quotes About Relationships

We are afraid to care too much, for fear that the other person does not care at all.

To handle yourself, use your head; to handle others, use your heart.

If someone betrays you once, it's their fault; if they betray you twice, it's your fault.

Friendship with oneself is all important, because without it one cannot be friends with anyone else in the world.

Every intense relationship between human beings is full of traps, and if you want it to endure you have to learn to avoid them. I did so then, and finally it seemed that I had only come up against yet another proof of how splendid and shadowy our friendship was, how long and complicated Lila's suffering had been, how it still endured and would endure forever.

As for infidelities, he said, if you don't find out about them at the right moment they're of no use: when you're in love you forgive everything. For infidelities to have their real impact some lovelessness has to develop first. And he went on like that, piling up painful remarks about the blindness of people in love.

Every intense relationship between human beings is full of traps, and if you want it to endure you have to learn to avoid them.

It's only and always the two of us who are involved, she who wants me to give her what nature and circumstances kept, I who can't give what she demands; she who gets angry at my inadequacy and out of spite wants to reduce me to nothing, as she has done with herself, I who have written for months and months to give her a form whose boundaries won't dissolve, and defeat her, and calm her, and so in turn, calm myself.

We consummate life and lose it because in some long-ago time someone, in the desire to unload his cock inside us, was nice, chose us among women. We take for some sort of kindness addressed to us alone the banal desire for sex. We love his desire to fuck, we are so dazzled by it we think it's the desire to fuck only us, us alone. Oh yes, he who is so special and who has recognized us as special. We give it a name, that desire of the cock, we personalize it, we call it my love.

We don't know anything about people, even those with whom we share everything.

it was good just to see each other every so often to hear the mad sound of the brain of one echo in the mad sound of the brain of the other.

You can be hurt only if you love someone. But I don't love anyone.

Good feelings are fragile, with me love doesn't last. Love for a man doesn't last, not even love for a child, it soon gets a hole in it. You look in the hole and you see the nebula of good intentions mixed up with the nebula of bad.

Women without love lose the light in their eyes, women without love die while they are still alive.

What a waste it would be, I said to myself, to ruin our story by leaving too much space for ill feelings: ill feelings are inevitable, but the essential thing is to keep them in check.

felt that if I ran away with the others I would leave with her something of mine that she would never give back.

As usual it seemed to her that she could enter and leave my life without any worries, as if we were still a single thing and there was no need to ask how are you, how are things, am I disturbing you.

Individuals and cities without love are a danger to themselves and to others.

Even Tolstoy is an insignificant shadow if he takes a stroll with Anna Karenina.

But the condition of wife had enclosed her in a sort of glass container, like a sailboat sailing with sails unfurled in an inaccessible place, without the sea.

One becomes affectionate toward men slowly, whether they coincide or not with whomever in the various phases of life we have taken as the model of a man.

What a complex foamy mixture a couple is. Even if the relationship shatters and ends, it continues to act in secret pathways, it doesn't die, it doesn't want to die.

Uno ti può fare del male solo se vuoi bene a qualcuno. Ma io non voglio bene più a nessuno.

Why, sooner or later, did I always find plausible excuses for those who made me suffer?