Quotes About Relationships

waga oya no / shinuru toki ni mo / he o kokite3 Even at the time When my father lay dying I still kept farting.

czy ty kocha?a? ich Caddy czy? ty ich kocha?a kiedy mnie dotykali umiera?am

Loving is upsetting. That's the point of it.

So much for the fruits of love. Love? What's love? Sex, ah, that's another thing. Love has babies: sex has abortions.

When you're with a man, no one tells you he's a creep; they don't like to; they think, well, that's her choice, perhaps ours isn't up to much either; how will we ever be sure, in this polite world? In other words, as we all know, one woman's creep is another's true love, and just as well.

Here's to those who have seen us at our best, and seen us at our worst, and can't tell the difference!

Sawyer, darling, I've

a sixteen-year-old girl could keep a relationship with an older man from her mother, then who knew what else lay hidden in the minds of these island folks?

He loved her. Had loved her the minute he set eyes on her. Had he been waiting for her to give him a sign, a clue, that she felt the same way. She'd told him that she loved his eyes, his smile, that she felt safe with him. Wasn't the man supposed to make the first move? But they were of different faiths. How could he expect her to know or understand what he was thinking if he didn't tell her? The playing field had to be level; only then did the game start.

We, Andrew. You and

in love with. Look at you. You look like you've been shellacked and

she reached fifty-nine, she felt Tanner's arm relax and loosen his possessive hold.

I suppose no one truly admits the existence of another person.

Se casaron con amor, más que por amor.

Quien no ha tenido nunca un perro no sabe lo que es querer y ser querido» La frase es de Arthur Schopenhauer. Es una chorrada, pero es bonita.

Friends: not one. Just a few acquaintances who imagine they feel something for me and who might be sorry if a train ran over me and the funeral was on a rainy day.

Having never discovered qualities in myself that might attract someone else, I could never believe that anyone felt attracted to me.

To love is to tire of being alone; it is therefore a cowardice, a betrayal of ourselves. (It is exceedingly important that we not love.)

Tenho amigos para saber quem eu sou.

Nunca amamos a nadie: amamos, sólo, la idea que tenemos de alguien. Lo que amamos es un concepto nuestro, es decir, a nosotros mismos.

To love is to tire of being alone; it is therefore a cowardice, a betrayal of ourselves.

All letters of love are Ridiculous. They wouldn't be love letters if they were not Ridiculous.

Todo o mal do mundo vem de nos importarmos uns com os outros,    Quer para fazer bem, quer para fazer mal.

Amar é a eterna inocência, E a única inocência não pensar...