Quotes About Relationships

She [dreamily]: I've kissed dozens of men. I suppose I'll kiss dozens more. He [abstractedly]: Yes, I suppose you could--like that. She: Most people like the way I kiss. He [remembering himself]: Good Lord, yes. Kiss me more, Rosalind. She: No-- my curiosity is generally satisfied at one.

He [suddenly]: I don't want to fall in love with you-- She [raising her eyebrows]: Nobody asked you to. He [continuing coldly]: But I probably will.

I don't ask you to love me always like this, but I ask you to remember. Somewhere inside me there'll always be the person I am to-night.

She won't marry him, but a girl doesn't have to marry a man to break his heart.

Amory [softly, battle lost]: I love you. Rosalind: I love you--now.

As for Tom, the fact that he "had some woman in New York" was really less surprising than that he had been depressed by a book. Something was making him nibble at the edge of stale ideas as if his sturdy physical egotism no longer nourished his peremptory heart.

He stayed there for a week , walking the streets where their footsteps had clicked together through the November night and revisiting the out-of-the-way places to which they had driven in her white car.

No te pasa que siempre piensas o esperas que seamos una sola persona, y luego te encuentras con que seguimos siendo dos?

It's just us. We're pitiful, that's all. The very qualities I love you for are the ones that will always make you a failure.

I returned rather feebly to the subject of her daughter. "I suppose she talks, and—eats, and everything.

Lover! Lover! I can't do with you, and I can't imagine life without you.

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

He hadn't once ceased looking at Daisy and I think he revalued everything in his house according to the measure of response it drew from her well-loved eyes.

you can lope about and get bored and then lope somewhere else, and you can play around with girls without being involved in meshes of sentiment, and you can do anything and be justified—and here am I with the brains to do everything, yet tied to the sinking ship of future matrimony. If I were born a hundred years from now, well and good, but now what's in store for me—I have to marry, that goes without saying.

They had senselessly begun to abuse each other's love, tear it into shreds.

Don't misunderstand! Amory ad loved Rosalind as he would never love another living person. She had taken the first flush of his youth and brought from his unplumbed depth tenderness that had surprised him, gentleness and unselfishness that he had never given to another creature. He had later affairs, but of a different sort: in those he went back to that, perhaps, more typical frame of mind, in which the girl became the mirror of a mood in him.

I wanted to be a regular human being but the girl couldn't see it that way.' 'You'll find another.' 'God! Banish the thought. Why don't you tell me that if the girl had been worth having she'd have waited for you? No, sir, the girl really worth having wont' wait for anybody. If I thought there'd be another I'd lose my remaining faith in human nature.

The education of all beautiful women is the knowledge of men.

To hold a man a woman has to appeal to the worst in him.

You two start on home, Daisy,' said Tom. 'In Mr Gatsby's car.' She looked at Tom, alarmed now, but he insisted with magnanimous scorn. 'Go on. He won't annoy you. I think he realises that his presumptuous little flirtation is over.

E io adoro le grandi feste. Sono così intime. Nelle feste più piccole, non c'è privacy.

She didn't answer. Angry, and half in love with her, and tremendously sorry, I turned away.

There was some element of loneliness involved- so easy to be loved- so hard to love.

To hold a man a woman has to appeal to the worst in him. This sentence was the thesis of most of his bad nights, of which he felt this was to be one. His mind had already started to play variations on the subject. Tireless passion, fierce jealousy, longing to possess and crush - these alone were left of all his love for Rosalind; these remained to him as payment for the loss of his youth - bitter calomel under the thin sugar of love's exaltation.