Quotes About Relationships

Why don't you praise me up to the skies? She laughed. I should have the trouble of dragging you down again, she said.

Why don't men and women really like one another nowadays?' Connie asked Tommy Dukes, who was more or less her oracle.

Since that time the boy used to look at the man every time he came through, with the same curious criticism, glancing away before he met the smith's eye. It made Dawes furious. They hated each other in silence.

Do you like me?' `Very much! And you see there's no question of kissing between us, is there?' `None at all!' said Connie. `But oughtn't there to be?' ` Why, in God's name? I like Clifford, but what would you say if I went and kissed him?' `But isn't there a difference?

Yes, I feel something is wrong between men and women. A woman has no glamour for a man any more.' `Has a man for a woman?' She pondered the other side of the question. `Not much,' she said truthfully.

What man in his senses would say such things to a woman! But men aren't in their senses. What man with a spark of honour would put this ghastly burden of life-responsibility upon a woman, and leave her there, in the void?

One was less in love with the boy afterwards, and a little inclined to hate him, as if he had trespassed on one's privacy and inner freedom.

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.

So, in seeking to make him nobler than he could be, she destroyed him. She injured and hurt and scarred herself, but she lost none of her worth. She also had the children.

Himself, he said, was Norman, Miriam was Gothic. She bowed in consent even to that.

tell your girls, my son, that when they're running after you, they're not to come and ask your mother for you - tell them that - brazen baggages you meet at dancing classes

Almost with bitterness he watched her go. She had connected him up again, when he had wanted to be alone. She had cost him that bitter privacy of a man who at last wants only to be alone.

Možda su jedino ljudi koji su sposobni da se stvarno intimno spoje s drugima, jedini koji izgledaju tako sami u svemiru. Ostali imaju izvjesnog ljepila, oni se lijepe uz masu.

Not feeling him so much part of herself, but merely part of her circumstances.

Only to my experience the mass of women are like this: most of them want a man, but don't want the sex, but they put up with it, as part of the bargain.

Then there's the sort that puts you out before you really "come," and go on writhing their loins till they bring themselves off against your thighs. But they're mostly the Lesbian sort. It's astonishing how Lesbian women are, consciously or unconsciously. Seems to me they're nearly all Lesbian.

Those who go searching for love only find their own lovelessness. But the loveless never find love; only the loving find love, and they never have to search for it.

She's had no love. No! - Well, you must make up to her.

You, you might marry, a man who would not pour himself out like fire before you.

They want me in Lime Street on Monday week, mother, he cried, his eyes blazing, as he read the letter. Mrs Morel felt everything go silent inside her. ... It never occurred to him that she might be more hurt of his going away, than glad of his success.

There was about him a candour, and gentleness, which made the women trust him. He understood.

I believe in being warm-hearted. I believe especially in being warm-hearted in love, in fucking with a warm heart. I believe if men could fuck with warm hearts, and the women take it warm-heartedly, everything would come all right.

He could not leave her, because in one way she did hold the best of him. He could not stay with her because she did not take the rest of him, which was three-quarters. So he chafed himself into rawness over her.

Far be it from me to suggest that all women should go running after gamekeepers for lovers.