Quotes About Relationships

Incessantly she puzzled him: one hour so intimate and charming, striving desperately toward an unguessed, transcendent union; the next, silent and cold, apparently unmoved by any consideration of their love or anything he could say.

At this point Jordan and I tried to go, but Tom and Gatsby insisted with competitive firmness that we remain - as though neither of them had anything to conceal and it would be a privilege to partake vicariously of their emotions.

No, interrupted Marcia emphatically. And you're a sweet boy. Come here and kiss me. Horace stopped quickly in front of her. Why do you want me to kiss you? he asked intently. Do you just go round kissing people? Why, yes, admitted Marcia, unruffled. 'At's all life is. Just going around kissing people.

He wondered idly whether she was a poor conversationalist because she got no attention or got no attention because she was a poor conversationalist.

I saw that for a long time I had not liked people and things, but only followed the rickety old pretense of liking. I saw that even my love for those closest to me was become only an attempt to love, that my casual relations — with an editor, a tobacco seller, the child of a friend, were only what I remembered I should do, from other days.

Their point of resemblance to each other and their difference from so many American women, lay in the fact that they were all happy to exist in a man's world--they preserved their individuality through men and not by opposition to them. They would all three have made alternatively good courtesans or good wives not by the accident of birth but through the greater accident of finding their man or not finding him.

Trouble is when you're sober you don't want to see anybody, and when you're tight nobody wants to see you.

You're not in love with me. You never wanted to marry me, did you?' 'It was the twilight,' he said wonderingly.

I found myself on Gatsby's side and alone.

Beware of losing yourself in the personality of another being, man or woman.

Dick tried to plunge over the Alpine crevasse between the sexes.

It was astonishing to think that life had once been the sum of her current love-affairs. It was now the sum of her current problems.

Suddenly I wasn't thinking of Daisy or Gatsby anymore, but of this clean, hard, limited person, who dealt in universal skepticism, and who leaned back jauntily just within the circle of my arm.

Unlike lovers they possessed no past; unlike man and wife, they possessed no future; yet up to in this morning Nicole had liked Abe better than anyone except Dick--and he had been heavy, belly-frightened, with love for her for years.

Yet how bored they both looked, and how wearily Ethel regarded Jim sometimes, as if she wondered why she had trained the vines of her affection on such a wind-shaken poplar.

He says unloved women have no biographies—they have histories. Anthony laughed again. Surely

And I like large parties. They're so intimate. At small parties there isn't any privacy.

A mí me gustan las fiestas con mucha gente. Son muy íntimas. En las fiestas con poca gente la intimidad es nula.

They were so sorry, dear; they went down to meet each other in a taxi, honey; they had preferences in smiles and had met in Hindustan, and shortly afterward they must have quarrelled, for nobody knew and nobody seemed to care - yet finally one of them had gone and left the other crying, only to feel blue, to feel sad.

Gloria had lulled his mind to sleep. She, who seemed of all women the wisest and the finest, hung like a brilliant curtain across his doorways, shutting out the light of the sun. In those first years what he believed bore invariably the stamp of Gloria; he saw the sun always through the pattern of the curtain.

Thirty - the promise of a decade of loneliness, a thinning list of single people to know, a thinning brief-case of enthusiasm, thinning hair. But there was Jordan beside me, who, unlike Daisy, was too wise ever to carry well-forgotten dreams from age to age. As we passed over the dark bridge her wan face fell lazily against my coat's shoulder and the formidable stroke of thirty died away with the reassuring pressure of her hand.

best contacts are when one knows the obstacles and still wants to preserve a relation.

Amory had loved himself in Eleanor, so now what he hated was only a mirror. Their poses were strewn about the pale dawn like broken glass.

Non riuscivo a perdonarlo e neanche trovarlo simpatico, ma capii che dal suo punto di vista ciò che aveva fatto era pienamente giustificato. Era stato tutto molto sbadato e pasticciato. Erano gente sbadata, Tom e Daisy: sfracellavano cose e persone e poi si ritiravano nel loro denaro o nella loro ampia sbadataggine o in ciò che comunque li teneva uniti, e lasciavano che altri mettessero a posto il pasticcio che avevano fatto.