Quotes About Relationships

We are only human when we are part of a community. ... I tried to isolate you, but it could not be done. I surrounded you with hostility; you took most of your enemies and rivals and made friends of them. ... You were a part of them; they carried you inside them all their lives.

Better to have the trust of the people than their respect. With trust, their respect could be earned later; without it, respect could never be deserved, and so to have it would be like poison.

That's the problem with winning right from the start, though Ender. You lose friends.

When you really know somebody you can't hate them. Or maybe it's just that you can't really know them until you stop hating them." ? , Speaker for the Dead

I didn't want to see you. They told me. I was afraid that I'd still love you. I hoped that you would. My fear, your wish- both granted.

Cuando conoces de verdad a alguien, no puedes odiarle. Tal vez sea que no puedes conocer a nadie de verdad hasta que dejas de odiar.

It only works because of what's between you, that's real, that's what matters. Billions of those connections between human beings. That's what you're fighting to keep alive.

You don't understand," he said. "Yes I do." "No you don't. I don't want to beat Peter." "Then what do you want?" "I want him to love me." She had no answer. As far as she knew, Peter didn't love anybody. Ender said nothing more. Just lay there.

Nobody controls his own life, Ender. The best you can do is choose to fill the roles given you by good people, by people who love you.

Everyone dies. Everyone leaves. What matters is the things you build together before they go. What matters is the part of them that continues in you when they're gone." - Valentine Wiggin

What a laugh, though. To think that one human being could ever really know another. You could get used to each other, get so habituated that you could speak their words right along with them, but you never knew why other people said what they said or did what they did, because they never even knew themselves. Nobody understands anybody.

As for Peter – we didn't even suggest a meeting, and so he didn't have a chance to tell us to go to hell.

I think you can't possibly know the truth about somebody unless you love them. I think the Speaker loved Father. Marcão, I mean. I think he understood him and loved him before he spoke." Mother didn't answer, because she knew that it was true. "And I know he loves Grego, and Quara, and Olhado. And Miro, and even Quim. And me. I know he loves me. And when he shows me that he loves me, I know it's true because he never lies to anybody.

it only works because what's between you, that's real, that's what matters. Billions of those connections between human beings. That's what you're fighting to keep alive.

She loved him. He loved her. In the absence of understanding, that was as good a reason as any for living together and making babies and raising them up and throwing them out of the house and then going through the long slow decline together until one of them died and left the other alone again, understanding as little as ever about what their spouses really wanted, who they really were.

You are lonely…. And humans are not meant to be alone. It's in our genes. We're social beings. Even the most introverted person alive is constantly hungry for human association.

But when you're already going crazy from confinement, it doesn't matter how much you like somebody, how much you love them, how grateful you are for their kindness to you. They will make you nuts. Everything they do grates on you like a bad song that won't get out of your head.

It was as if the boundary between friendship and love was so thin and imperceptible that one could cross it without even knowing it was there.

I see Ender in you looking out at me. You see Ender in me looking out at you. And yet not one of us is truly him; we are each our own self, all of us strangers on our own road.

Or maybe laughter was how they pushed painful memories out of their minds. Perhaps laughter was the only way they could keep from killing each other.

And no matter how well we think we know people, the fact is we're all strangers in the end.

No, he told himself honestly. I've never had real friends before. This is what it feels like. This is why people will sacrifice so many accomplishments in order to stay with their friends instead of their tasks. But I have these friends because I stayed with my task. So instead of dragging each other down, we're building each other up. We're not just good friends, we're friends who do each other good.

Everyone dies. Everyone leaves. What matters is the things you build together before they go. What matters is the part of them that continues in you when they're gone.

But it does mean that she almost never witnesses lovers' quarrels, bedtime stories, classroom arguments, supper-table gossip, or bitter tears privately shed. She only knows that aspect of our lives that we represent as digital information.