Quotes About Relationships

Ser compreendido é prostituir-se.

We never love anyone. What we love is the idea we have of someone. It's our own concept – our own selves – that we love.

Amar es cansarse de estar solo: es, por lo tanto, una cobardía y una traición a nosotros mismos.

The weariness of being loved, of being truly loved! The weariness of being the object of other people's burdensome emotions!

We all love each other, and the lie is the kiss we exchange.

No one understands anyone else. We are, as the poet said, enisled in the sea of life; between us flows the sea that defines and separates us. However hard one soul struggles to know another soul, he can only judge by what words are spoken - a formless shadow on the floor of his understanding.

Other people's understanding of us is made up of so many complex misunderstandings.

No one loves anyone else; he loves What he finds of himself in other. Don't fret if others don't love you. They feel Who you are, and you're a stranger. Be who you are, even if never loved. Secure in yourself, you will suffer Few Sorrows. 10 August 1932

Cada uno de nosotros somos dos y cuando dos personas se encuentran, se aproximan, se mezclan, es raro que las cuatro puedan estar de acuerdo. El hombre que sueña en cada hombre que actúa, si tantas veces se enfada con el hombre que actúa, ¿cómo no se va a enfadar con el hombre que actúa y el hombre que sueña en el otro?

El amor requiere posesión, mas no sabe qué es la posesión. Si yo no soy mío, ¿cómo puedo ser tuyo, o tú mía? Si no poseo mi propio ser, ¿cómo podría poseer un ser ajeno? Si ya soy diferente de aquél de quien soy idéntico, ¿cómo seré idéntico de aquél de quien ya soy diferente? El amor es un misticismo que exige practicarse, una imposibilidad que es sólo soñada como debiendo ser posible.

No one understands anyone else. We are, as the poet* said, islands in the sea of life; between us flows the sea that defines and separates us.

I've always been treated in a friendly manner, and even people I hardly know have rarely been rude or brusque or cold to me. In certain people that friendly manner, with my encouragement, might have been converted into love or affection, but I've never had the patience or mental concentration to even want to make the effort.

We never love anyone. We love only our idea of what someone is like. We love an idea of our own; in short, it is ourselves that we love.

BaÅŸkalar?yla iÅŸbirliÄŸi yapmak, birlikte hareket etmek, onlara baÄŸlanmak; hep metafiziksel aç?dan hastal?kl? bir itkinin ürünü bunlar. Bir bireye bahÅŸedilmiÅŸ olan ruh, baÅŸkalar?yla iliÅŸki kurmak uÄŸruna ödünç verilmemeli. Kutsal var olmak olgusu, yan yana var olmak gibi ÅŸeytani bir olguya teslim edilmemeli.

Nessuno ama un altro, ama soltanto/ ciò che di sé c'è in lui, o che suppone.

Vorrei parlarti, averti sempre accanto, e che non fosse necessario scriverti lettere - le lettere sono segni di separazione - o almeno segni, per la necessità di scriverle, del fatto di essere lontani.

Nunca amamos a alguien. Amamos, tan sólo, la idea que nos hacemos de alguien. Es a un concepto nuestro –en suma, es a nosotros mismo– a quien amamos.

Every man, to be able to live and love, needs to idealize himself (and, ultimately, those he loves).

Vendo passar amantes Nem propriamente inveja ou ódio sinto, Mas um rancor e uma aversão imensa Ao universo inteiro, por cobri-los.

Brothers in our ignorance, different vessels for the same blood, different forms of the same inheritance — which of us can deny the other? Deny your wife but not your mother, your father, or your brother.

No one understands anyone else.

We squander our personalities in orgies of coexistence.

Amar es fastidioso, pero tal vez sea preferible a no amar.

I consider myself fortunate for no longer having family, as it relieves me of the obligation to love someone, which I would surely find oppressive.