Quotes About Relationships

The tragedy of love is indifference.

As lovers, the difference between men and women is that women can love all day long, but men only at times.

One can be very much in love with a woman without wishing to spend the rest of one's life with her.

He did not care if she was heartless, vicious and vulgar, stupid and grasping, he loved her. He would rather have misery with one than happiness with the other.

When you choose your friends, don't be short-changed by choosing personality over character.

If a man hasn't what's necessary to make a woman love him, it's his fault, not hers.

How can I be reasonable? To me our love was everything and you were my whole life. It is not very pleasant to realize that to you it was only an episode.

A woman can forgive a man for the harm he does her...but she can never forgive him for the sacrifices he makes on her account.

American women expect to find in their husbands a perfection that English women only hope to find in their butlers.

There's always one who loves and one who lets himself be loved.

We know our friends by their defects rather than by their merits.

Much of publishing (and any business) is a matter of making the right connection with the right person at the right time at the right place. You can't make that connection working alone in your office at your computer or curled up with your legal pad writing your story.

If we fight alongside men we love, we do not fight for our lives or gold or glory or kings, but for each other. Death is less painful than watching a loved one die; and no fear is as great as being alone after the battle. And no man would appear as a coward in his lover's eyes.

You have dangerous friends. You need not fear enemies.

You will forget me soon. Oh dear one, hate me rather than forget.

O DO NOT LOVE TOO LONG by: William Butler Yeats (1865-1939) WEETHEART, do not love too long: I loved long and long, And grew to be out of fashion Like an old song. All through the years of our youth Neither could have known Their own thought from the other's, We were so much at one. But O, in a minute she changed-- O do not love too long, Or you will grow out of fashion Like an old song.

When I was growing up, my mother taught me the language of birds; and when I got married, I used to be listening to their conversation; and I would be laughing; and my wife would be asking what was the reason of my laughing, but I did not like to tell her

I've never hit a woman in my life. Not even my own mother.

To make one, there must be two.

What living occasion can, Be just to the absent?

Nothing can be loved too much, but all things can be loved in the wrong way.

Only as I am, can I love you as you are

How much must be forgotten out of love, How much must be forgiven, even love.

Our whisper woke no clocks, We kissed and I was glad At everything you did, Indifferent to those Who sat with hostile eyes In pairs on every bed, Arms round each other's neck, Inert and vaguely sad.