Quotes About Relationships

It is quite common for humans to sentimentalize their relationships with synthetic intelligences

ASSUME is to make an ASS of U and ME.

Some of us center our lives around other people's feelings; we try to make them happy. But since you can't control your feelings, how can you possibly fix the feelings of others? The plain truth is that feeling responsible for someone else's unhappiness (or happiness) is simply not realistic

It's painful to conclude that, if not for your parents' limitations, you might have grown up happier, with healthier relationships and a less troubled life. Guilt, anger, fear, sadness, and love make relationships with our parents among the most complicated in our lives.

We are social animals and any honest assessment of how sex actually functions in our lives would lead us to conclude that while its original purpose was purely reproductive, we long ago—eons ago—repurposed it in ways that conferred evolutionary advantages that weren't solely about passing on our genes. You were likelier to survive and your offspring were likelier to survive if you were liked, and you were likelier to be liked if you gave good head.

dogs or cats, 90 Day Fiancé or Selling Sunset. But they can't pause for a moment to ask themselves if this otherwise lovely person they're dating fucks them the way they like to be fucked, and fucks them as often as they'd like to be fucked, because that would make them shallow, sex-obsessed perverts.

The Hegemony and its relationship with the Ousters aren't my worry now. I sincerely wish a plague on both their houses. To the extent that humanity suffers?" "I don't know humanity," said the Consul in an exhausted monotone. "I do know Sol Weintraub. And Rachel. And an injured woman named Brawne Lamia. And Father Paul Duré. And Fedmahn Kassad. And—

The critic had added a personal note: Most of us, I hope, have had some child or spouse or friend like Beatrice, someone who by his very nature, his seemingly innate goodness and intelligence, makes us uncomfortably conscious of our lies when we lie.

My days were but heartbeats to you. I hated you for that.

Our apartment was filled with photos of us, notes I wrote to myself about us, holos of us on Hyperion, but Ã¢â'¬Â¦ you know. In the morning he would be an absolute stranger. By afternoon I began to believe what we'd had, even if I couldn't remember. By evening I'd be crying in his arms Ã¢â'¬Â¦ then, sooner or later, I'd go to sleep. It's better this way." Rachel

the essence of human experience lay not primarily in the peak experiences, the wedding days and triumphs which stood out in the memory like dates circled in red on old calendars, but, rather, in the unselfconscious flow of little things – the weekend afternoon with each member of the family engaged in his or her own pursuit, their crossings and connections casual, dialogues imminently forgettable, but the sum of such hours creating a synergy which was important and eternal.

that strange elasticity of the human heart in finding new relationships, new people to share one's life with, new potentials.

The problem with being passionately in love, I thought, is that it deprives you of too much sleep.

Most of us, I hope, have had some child or spouse or friend like Beatrice, someone who by his very nature, his seemingly innate goodness and intelligence, makes us uncomfortably conscious of our lies when we lie. Sol

realized that in the end – when all else is dust – loyalty to those we love is all we can carry with us to the grave. Faith – true faith – was trusting in that love.

Most of us, I hope, have had some child or spouse or friend like Beatrice, someone who by his very nature, his seemingly innate goodness and intelligence, makes us uncomfortably conscious of our lies when we lie.

Having sex or a domestic quarrel with the house monitors on is like undressing in front of a dog or cat Ã¢â'¬Â¦ it gives you pause the first time, and then you forget about it.

He hated it when she had too much to drink and tried to hide it, acting the perfect lady—but Harlen could always tell by the precise diction, the slow movements, and the way she got all sloppy and tried to hug him.

If love is the answer, what was the question?

When there's something or someone, when there's anything that makes you happy, you don't let a continent or an ocean or an empty pocket keep you apart

Third things are essential to marriages, objects or practices or habits or arts or institutions or games or human beings that provide a site of joint rapture or contentment. Each member of a couple is separate; the two come together in double attention. Lovemaking is not a third thing but two-in-one. John Keats can be a third thing, or the Boston Symphony Orchestra, or Dutch interiors, or Monopoly.

But I think that at the moment of my death, I'd like to be looking at those pictures of everyone I have ever loved.

They shake hands and all my past selves stretch between them like a fragile chain of paper dolls.

One cannot be exploited or thwarted from nine to five, then come home and feel loving and lovable.