Quotes About Relationships

Hay entre nosotros, dos minutos después, algún vínculo que no existía dos minutos antes?

It's not who you come from, but who's standing right beside you, that counts most.

She was afraid to love me, Nancy said. I never realized it. By keeping her distance, she thought she could protect me. If she didn't love me, maybe I would escape notice. I would survive.

Every men are born with the empty space where have to be brains. Need smart woman to fill this emtyness. Sorry, it might be bad translation. but I did my best ;) So, what do think about it?

Kocham ciebie, cho? mnie zabijasz, lecz czy mog? przebaczy? Ci to, ?e zabijasz siebie?

You loved me-then what right had you to leave me? What right-answer me-for the poor fancy you felt for Linton? Because misery and degradation, and death, and nothing that God or Satan could inflict would have parted us, you, of your own will, did it. I have not broken your heart- you have broken it; and in breaking it, you have broken mine. ~Heathcliff

I hate him for himself, but despise him for the memories he revives.

I pray every night that I may live after him; because I would rather be miserable than that he should be — that proves I love him better than myself.

How strange! I thought, though everybody hated and despised each other, they could not avoid loving me.

But I begin to fancy you don't like me. How strange! I thought, though everybody hated and despised each other, they could not avoid loving me. (Catherine Linton, nee Earnshaw)

If all else perished, and he remained, I should still continue to be; and if all else remained, and he were annihilated, the universe would turn to a mighty stranger: I should not seem a part of it. My love for Linton is like the foliage in the woods: time will change it, I'm well aware, as winter changes trees. My love for Heatcliff resembles the eternal rocks beneath: a source of little visible delight, but necessary.

Nay, you'll be ashamed of me everyday of your life, he answered; and the more ashamed, the more you know me; and I cannot bide it.

Mr. Heathcliff, you're a cruel man, but you're not a fiend; and you won't, from mere malice, destroy, irrevocably, all my happiness.

I believe I may assert that they were really in possession of deep and growing happiness. It ended. Well, we must be for ourselves in the long run; the mild and generous are only more justly selfish than the domineering- and it ended when circumstances caused each to feel that the one's interest was not in the chief consideration in the other's thoughts.

And you, you worthless—' he broke out as I entered, turning to his daughter-in-law, and employing an epithet as harmless as duck, or sheep, but generally represented by a dash—. 

Catherine usually sat by me, but to- day she stole nearer to Hareton; and I presently saw she would have no more discretion in her friendship than she had in her hostility.

Kendi yüreÄŸine niçin ihanet ettin Cathy?

I love my murderer - but yours! How can I?

Ele ama e odeia, sempre às escondidas, e considera uma espécie de impertinência ser amado ou odiado de volta.

e se ama Edgar, e Edgar a ama a si. Parece tudo normal e fácil. Onde está a infelicidade? - Aqui! e aqui! - respondeu Catherine, batendo com uma mão na testa e a outra no peito.

I've known a hundred kinds of love; ?All made the loved one rue; And what is thine that it should prove ?Than other love, more true?

i have not broken your heart — you have broken it — and in breaking it, you have broken mine. (heathcliff to cathy, ch. I, p. 163)

Proud people breed sad sorrows for themselves.  But, if you be ashamed of your touchiness, you must ask pardon, mind, when she comes in.  You must go up and offer to kiss her, and say—you know best what to say; only do it heartily, and not as if you thought her converted into a stranger by her grand dress. 

You loved me - then what right had you to leave me? What right - answer me - for the poor fancy you felt for Linton? Because misery, and degradation, and death, and nothing that god or satan could inflict would have parted us, you, of your own will, did it. I have not broken your heart - you have broken it; and in breaking it, you have broken mine. - Heathcliff