Quotes About Relationships

Acquaintances are always abundant; friends are always scarce!

Do not exaggerate to stay lonely! Do not exaggerate to stay in the crowds! Come and go, from one to another! Spend not long time in either of them!

Doubt in love is the Devil in the paradise!

Empty your birdcage, empty your aquarium! To love is to give freedom; to love is to refuse the prisons!

Everybody lives in this world, except lovers! They live in an isolated small place called 'You and I' planet!

Hate is a door with hundred locks and love is a hand with thousand keys!

Jean Paul Sartre says that 'Hell is other people!' In the name of completing this sentence we must also say this: 'Heaven is other people too!

Live your life not to win golden medals but to win golden hearts.

Love creates bridges much more than all the engineers of the world!

Love is exaggerated affection; affection is unexaggerated love! Always be sober in everything!

Love with freedom is superior to both the freedom without love and the love without freedom!

My friends, I like them; my morals, I like them more!

Unless man anchors the real love, man will always drift in the middle of nowhere!

We are the visitors in the lives of others; we visit them and we disappear!

You can see love in war and you can also see war in love!

The note in the quill was intended for the girl, and it read, 'Yes and yes and yes.' Yes I love you, yes I miss you, and yes I know and remember that you do, too. For in her last missive she had written 'No and no.' That is to say, No I do not want anyone other than you, and no I do not manage to sleep at night.

Love covers a multitude of sins' (1 Peter 4:8). For where there is sin, there can be neither complete trust nor love, since love completely covers over sins and knows nothing of them. Not in such a way as if we had not sinned, but rather it wipes them away and drives them out, as if they had never existed.

Everything we do in life is based on fear, especially love.

Secrets are such hard things to manage whwn you're not the only one who knows.

Aveva sbattuto le palpebre, come se non fosse sicura di dov'era, né di essere chi era. Però riconobbe me, e mi sorrise. Per te non significa niente - ma per un uomo, a volte, un bagliore nella pupilla della persona amata può valere più di tutto. Capisci? Ha riconosciuto me prima di se stessa. Io testimoniavo che lei era viva, che lei esisteva - che è esistita.

What was unspoken between us, what need never be explained or said, was that nobody would ever love us again like our mothers did. Yes, we would be loved, by our fathers, our friends, our siblings, our aunts and uncles and grandparents and spouses--and our children if we chose to have them--but never would we experience that kind of unconditional, nothing-you-can-do-will-turn-me-away-from-you kind of mother love.

Love is not just admiration for strength, it is also tolerance for weakness.

how horrible it is to break-up with someone—even if you know it is over and for the best. Still, it's hard. Hard to move on. Hard to see the other person moving on. Because you'd been together so long and it was comfortable and trying to get over that—and find it with someone else, it sucks. I

Seriously. I doubted I could ever fully trust anyone ever again. He took that away from me. Trust.