Quotes About Relationships

Rendall's first law of jealousy: jealousy does the cock harder and pussy wetter.

Beware of the man who wants to protect you; he will protect you from everything but himself

It is heresy in America to embrace any way of life except as half of a couple. Solitude is un-American.

I had forgotten how awful it was to be a woman alone--the leering glances, the catcalls, the offers of help which you dared not accept for fear of incurring a sexual debt. The awful sense of vulnerability. No wonder I had gone from man to man and always wound up married. How could I have left Bennett? How could I have forgotten?

I had noticed, for example, how all my infatuations dissolved as soon as I really became friends with a man, became sympathetic to his problems, listened to him kvetch about his wife, or ex-wives, his mother, his children. After that I would like him, perhaps even love him—but without passion.

Is love freedom or is it bondage?

Mothers and daughters -- it's a comedy, but also a tragedy. We fill our daughters with all the chutzpah we wish for ourselves. We want them to be free as we were not. And then we resent them for being so free. We resent them for being what we have made! With granddaughters, it's so much easier. And great-granddaughters.

We came to realize how little married couples see of each other once they crawl in the bourgeois box.

Children are no antidote to loneliness.

Being unmarried in a man's world was such a hassle that anything had to be better. Marriage was better. But not much. Damned clever, I thought, how men had made life so intolerable for single women that most would gladly embrace even bad marriages instead.

The virtues about marriage were mostly negative virtues. Being unmarried in a man's world was such a hassle that anything had to be better. Marriage was better. But not much. Damned clever, I thought, how men had made life so intolerable for single women that most would gladly embrace even bad marriages instead.

Non è necessario picchiare le donne se si riesce a farle sentire in colpa.

And then there are the eternal questions of love and sex. Can there be friendship between men and women as long as the hormones rage and rule? How is sex related to love -- and love to sex? Are we truly pigeonholed in our sexuality -- or does society alone insist on this? What is 'straight'? What is 'gay'? What is 'bi'? And does any of it matter deep in one's soul? Shouldn't we get rid of these labels in an attempt to be really open to ourselves and to each other?

Being loved by the world is no substitute for having been loved by one person when you were small

You are the reason I wake up with a smile on my face, and the reason I go to sleep with a sense of belonging in this world

Quel homme possède jamais une femme ? Quel homme possède jamais la vérité ?

It doesn't matter,' Monsieur Ibrahim said. 'Your love for her belongs to you. It is yours. Even if she refuses it, she cannot change it. She isn't benefiting from it, that's all. What you give, Momo, is yours forever. What you keep is lost for all time!

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Is love an art? Then it requires knowledge and effort.

People do not see that the main question is not : Am I loved? which is to a large extent the question : Am I approved of? Am I protected? Am I admired? The main question is: Can I love?

Mature love is union under the condition of preserving one's integrity, one's individuality. Love is an active power in man; a power which breaks through the walls which separate man from his fellow men, which unites him with others; love makes him overcome the sense of isolation and separateness, yet it permits him to be himself, to retain his integrity. In love the paradox occurs that two beings become one and yet remain two.

Love is an activity, not a passive affect; it is a "standing in," not a "falling for." In the most general way, the active character of love can be described by stating that love is primarily giving, not receiving.

I want the loved person to grow and unfold for his own sake, and in his own ways, and not for the purpose of serving me. If

Love is the active concern for the life and the growth of that which we love. Where this active concern is lacking, there is no love.