Quotes About Relationships

Mr Capaldi believed there was nothing special inside Josie that couldn't be continued. He told the Mother he'd searched and searched and found nothing like that. But I believe now he was searching in the wrong place. There was something very special, but it wasn't inside Josie. It was inside those who loved her.

It never occurred to me that our lives, until then so closely interwoven, could unravel and separate

I needed to get familiar with sex, and it would be just as well to practise first with a boy I didn't care about too much. Then later on, if I was with someone special, I'd have more chance of doing everything right.

It's nonsense to believe people go on loving each other regardless of what happens.

At the same time, what was becoming clear to me was the extent to which humans, in their wish to escape loneliness, made maneuvers that were very complex and hard to fathom

We were right for each other once. Whether we always will be, that's anyone's guess.

I think I hate Capaldi because deep down I suspect he may be right. That what he claims is true. That science has now proved beyond doubt there's nothing so unique about my daughter, nothing there our modern tools can't excavate, copy, transfer. That people have been living with one another all this time, centuries, loving and hating each other, and all on a mistaken premise. A kind of superstition we kept going while we didn't know better.

So I know just how much it matters to you that people who love one another are brought together, even after many years.

I don't know why, but it didn't seem an option for more than one of us to storm off, and I wanted to make sure that one was me.

But Ruth and Tommy never did anything gross in front of people, and if sometimes they cuddled or whatever, it felt like they were genuinely doing it for each other, not for an audience.

Sisters are supposed to be people you're close to, aren't they. You may not like them much, but you're still close to them.

But who says I'm lonely? I'm not lonely.' 'Perhaps all humans are lonely. At least potentially.

I'm wondering if without our memories, there's nothing for it but for our love to fade and die.

If we'd understood that back then-who knows?-maybe we'd have kept a tighter hold of one another.

Ama san?r?m, gerçek ÅŸu ki, o s?ralarda bizi birbirimizden ay?rmaya çal??an güçlü gelgitler vard? ve ayr?l???n tamamlanmas? için böyle bir ÅŸeyin olmas? gerekiyordu. Bunu o s?rada anlam?? olsayd?k - kim bilir? - belki birbirimize daha s?k? sar?l?rd?k.

I keep thinking about this river . . . two people in the water, trying to hold onto each other, holding on as hard as they can, but in the end it's just too much. The current is too strong. They've got to let go . . . It's a shame, Kath, because we've loved each other all our lives. But, in the end, we can't stay together forever.

Manager, I did all I could to learn Josie and had it become necessary, I would have done my utmost. But I don't think it would have worked out so well. Not because I wouldn't have achieved accuracy. But however hard I tried, I believe now there would have remained something beyond my reach. The Mother, Rick, Melania Housekeeper, the Father. I'd never have reached what they felt for Josie in their hearts. I'm now sure of this, Manager?

Spui c? sunteÈ›i singuri? SunteÈ›i siguri c? v? iubiÈ›i? De unde È™tiÈ›i asta? CredeÈ›i c? dragostea e chiar atât de simpl??

we've loved each other all our lives. But in the end, we can't stay together forever.

They fear loneliness and that's why they behave as they do. Perhaps Josie too.

I remember Laura was demonstrating to me an especially disgusting way of blowing your nose for when you really wanted to put off a boy.

Then suddenly, with the skeleton in an obscene heap on the desktop, she turned away and began telling us how we had to be careful who we had sex with. Not just because of the diseases, but because, she said, "sex affects emotions in ways you'd never expect." We had to be extremely careful about having sex in the outside world, especially with people who weren't students, because out there sex meant all sorts of things.

There was something very special, but it wasn't inside Josie. It was inside those who loved her.

In the meantime, my father's condition had grown neither better nor worse. As I understood, he was asleep for much of the time, and indeed, I found him so on the few occasions I had a spare moment to ascend to that little attic room. I did not then have a chance actually to converse with him until that second evening after the return of his illness.