Quotes About Relationships

But a woman could yield to a man without yielding her inner, free self. That the poets and talkers about sex did not seem to have taken sufficiently into account. A woman could take a man without really giving herself away. Certainly she could take him without giving herself into his power. Rather she could use this sex thing to have power over him.

Try to love me a little more, and want me a little less.

I cannot cure myself of that most woeful of youth's follies-thinking that those who care about us will care for the things that mean much to us.

You musn't mind people so much. They're not being disagreeable to you -- it's their way. You always think people are meaning things for you. But they don't.

She looked at his face, and she turned her own face to the wall. For his look was other than hers, his way was not her way. She had denied him what he was—she saw it now. She had refused him as himself.—And this had been her life, and his life.—She was grateful to death, which restored the truth.

In ziua de azi nimeni nu iubeste pe nimeni. Toata lumea e prea ocupata sa fie indragostita.

It was the talk that mattered supremely: the impassioned interchange of talk. Love was only a minor accompaniment.

Men don't think, high and low-alike, they take what a woman does for them for granted.

Of course he had been loving Gerald all along, and all along denying it.

All this talk of equality between the sexes is merely an expression of sex-hate. Men and women should learn tenderness to each other and to leave one another alone.

But I will have it. I will love — it is my birthright. I will love the man I marry — that is all I care about.

Lemon trees, like Italians, seem to be happiest when they are touching one another

You can't lose yourself, neither in woman nor humanity nor in God. You've always got yourself on your hands in the end: and a very raw and jaded and humiliated and nervous-neurasthenic self it is, too, in the end.

A man never is quite such an abject specimen as his wife makes him look

Every man has made a ghastly fool of himself with a woman at some time or other.

Certainly she could take him without giving herself into his power. Rather she could use this sex thing to have power over him.

But that is how men are! Ungrateful and never satisfied. When you don't have them they hate you because you won't; and when you do have them they hate you again, for some other reason.

Because I feel you did something to him - sort of broke him - broke his manliness. What did you do? If I broke his manliness, it must have been a very easy thing to break.

You know, love isn't the twin-soul business. With you, for instance, women are like apples on a tree. You can have one that you can reach. Those that look best are overhead, but it's no good bothering with them. So you stretch up, perhaps you pull down a bough and just get your fingers round a good one. Then it swings back and you feel wild and you say your heart's broken. But there are plenty of apples as good for you no higher than your chest.

Besides- her voice suddenly flashed into anger and contempt, it is disgusting, bits of lads and girls courting. It is not courting, he cried. I don't know what else you call it. It's not! Do you think we spoon and do? We only talk.

you have never known either real tenderness or real sensuality: and if you do know them, with the same person, it makes a great difference.

She felt different from the rest of them, with their hard, easy, shallow intimacy, that seemed to cost them so little.

Sometimes a good husband came along with his family, peacefully. But usually the women and children were alone.

She saw the sunshine going out of him, and she resented it.