Quotes About Relationships

the relationship is here to make you conscious instead of happy

Las identificaciones del ego más comunes tienen que ver con las posesiones, el trabajo que uno hace, el nivel social y el reconocimiento, el conocimiento y la educación, la apariencia física, las habilidades especiales, las relaciones, la historia personal y familiar, los sistemas de creencias y también a menudo identificaciones políticas, nacionalistas, raciales, religiosas y otras de carácter colectivo. Ninguna de ellas es usted.

The most common ego identifications have to do with possessions, the work you do, social status and recognition, knowledge and education, physical appearance, special abilities, relationships, personal and family history, belief systems, and often also political, nationalistic, racial, religious, and other collective identifications.

But beware: some people who are unresponsive, withdrawn, insensitive, or cut off from their feelings may try to convince others that there is nothing wrong with them and everything wrong with their partner. Men tend to do that more than women.

Friends are the best helpers. They come prepackaged with compassion and love. All they need is wisdom, and that is available to everyone.

And could she love where she feared?

sentimentalists have words: love, loyalty, friendship, enmity, jealousy, hate, a thousand others; a waste of words – one word defines them all: self-interest.

I verily believe that a man's way with women is in inverse ratio to his prowess among men. The weakling and the saphead have often great ability to charm the fair sex, while the fighting man who can face a thousand real dangers unafraid, sits hiding in the shadows like some frightened child.

He was discovering what many young men in love have to discover: that the glamour which surrounds their dears does not extend to the relations and friends of their dears.

Guys who grow up with sisters are trained better

You reach thirty-five as a single woman, and you're branded either militantly independent or just plain pathetic. But a single thirty-five-year-old man—now, he's the hottest thing going. An eligible bachelor.

She looked at him; she did not speak. He was there beside her, yet she was far away from him, alone with her outraged love and her ruined life. His feelings had nothing in them to make him silent.

Our world is going through a crisis of dehumanization, breakup of family life, a general loss of moral values.

I want - I want somehow to get away with you into a world where words like that -categories like that- won't exist. Where we shall be simply two human beings who love each other, who are the whole of life to each other; and nothing else on earth will matter.

She was very near hating him now; yet the sound of his voice, the way the light fell on his thin, dark hair, the way he sat and moved and wore his clothes—she was conscious that even these trivial things were inwoven with her deepest life.

It is so easy for a woman to become what the man she loves believes her to be

I can't love you unless I give you up.

She had been bored all afternoon by Percy Gryce... but she could not ignore him on the morrow, she must follow up her success, must submit to more boredom, must be ready with fresh compliances and adaptibilities, and all on the bare chance that he might ultimately decide to do her the honour of boring her for life.

A smiling, bantering, humouring, watchful and incessant lie. A lie by day, a lie by night, a lie in every touch and every look; a lie in every caress and every quarrel; a lie in every word and in every silence.

You never did ask each other anything, did you? And you never told each other anything. You just sat and watched each other, and guessed at what was going on underneath. A deaf-and-dumb asylum, in fact!

As he paid the hansom and followed his wife's long train into the house he took refuge in the comforting platitude that the first six months were always the most difficult in marriage. 'After that I suppose we shall have pretty nearly finished rubbing off each other's angles,' he reflected; but the worst of it was that May's pressure was already bearing on the very angles whose sharpness he most wanted to keep

We shall hurt others less. Isn't it, after all, what you always wanted?

Was it love, she wondered, or a mere fortuitous combination of happy thoughts and sensations?

She had several times been in love with fortunes or careers, but only once with a man.