Quotes About Affair

When Perry sat down n front of the judge to be arraigned, Truman nudged Nelle. "Look, his feet don't touch the floor!" Nelle said nothing, but thought, " Oh, oh! This is the beginning of a great love affair." In fact, their relationship was more complicated than a love affair: each looked at the other and saw, or thought he saw, the man he might have been.

Success is like a liberation, or the first phase of a love affair.

You have nothing to be embarrassed about. Life would be awfully dull if we could look back without regretting at least one affair.

That was our first time together. Interesting, an interesting experience, but not earth-shaking. But then, I never expected it to be earth-shaking, not with him. What I was determined to avoid was emotional entanglement. A passing fling was one thing, an affair of the heart quite another. Of myself I was fairly sure. I was not about to lose my heart to a man about whom I knew next to nothing.

He was having an illicit affair... with his own mate.

soft love and hope and anybody who's never done this is crazy—Because a new love affair always gives hope, the irrational mortal loneliness is always crowned

Germany neither intends nor wishes to interfere in the internal affair of Austria, to annex Austria, or to conclude an Anschluss

It's an outrageous injustice that he was the one to die. He'd nothing to do with this affair." "It's always that way, sir. Come on, let's tend to that hand of yours.

An affair now and then is good for a marriage. It adds spice, stops it from getting boring... I ought to know.

There are four stages to marriage. First there's the affair, then there's the marriage, then children, and finally the fourth stage, without which you cannot know a woman, the divorce.

There is no pleasure in the world like writing well and going fast. It's like nothing else. It's like a love affair, it goes on and on, and doesn't end in marriage. It's all courtship.

It's one thing to tolerate a boring marriage; a boring affair does not make sense.

A woman's best love letters are always written to the man she is betraying.

The campfires provide enough plain old regular visible light to show this sorry affair for what it is: a bunch of demented Boy Scouts, a jamboree without merit badges or hygiene.

She's still making me go over every detail of the affair. And, you know, whenever I check my email, everything's in the read folder because she's already gone through it all." "That's a horrible way to live—for you and for her. You know what Lorraine calls it?" "No." "Pain shopping. She's not getting healed by that. She's just getting retraumatized.

Truth only means something when it's hard to admit! Don't you get that? All Ronnie wanted to hear was the truth. she thought the truth would set you free, but it only made things harder for her to forgive. after finding out that is was her mom who had the affair instead of her dad she felt awful.

There has always been this narrator in me - I loved ideas, and part of the great love affair I would have with ideas consisted of talking about them.

his silence he has indicated that he is willing. He hasn't the strength any more, the excess vitality, for an affair—its danger, its demand performances, the secrecy added like a filigree to your normal life, your gnawing preoccupation with it and with the constant threat of its being discovered and ended.

You have done well to come and look at a man who is on the point of death. It is well that there should be witnesses at that moment. One has one's caprices; I should have liked to last until the dawn, but I know that I shall hardly live three hours. It will be night then. What does it matter, after all? Dying is a simple affair. One has no need of the light for that. So be it. I shall die by starlight.

On the other hand, this affair afforded great delight to Madame Magloire.

Love affair. Doesn't that sound so middle-aged? And also ill-fated. Like ill-fated is an understood prefix to love affair. Well, ill-fated is fine, as long as it's a meaty and fraught ill-fated love affair, not a pale and insipid one.

To his considerable discredit, Diego did not break off the affair with Cristina once Frida discovered them. He went on to paint a rather glamorous portrait of the younger sister with her two children in the National Palace mural, partially obscuring a dowdy image of Frida.

You're so quiet and subdued! You worry me. Are you well?" "Quite well. Deflated, perhaps. I have been deserted by my enemies. The affair is over. I am done.

Panic of 1873 had already cast its shadow across the money markets of New York and Chicago; prudent men were beginning to draw in their investments, but the men and women involved in this outlandish affair were so wealthy and so protected that the panic could not touch them.