Quotes About Relationship

Being I loved, I think, is another matter entirely, a neighboring city on the same train route, connected but by no means destiny. If and when the bond takes both ways, you have a third entity, which is the thing the lover and the loved create together. This is called history, or experience, and the strong it is, the more power it has to muck about with the sense of self.

Oh God," I groaned, with mock distress. "Now I guess I'll have to get a boyfriend.

He loved me. He'd loved me as long as he he'd known me! I hadn't loved him as long perhaps, but now I loved him equally well, or better. I loved his laugh, his handwriting, his steady gaze, his honorableness, his freckles, his appreciation of my jokes, his hands, his determination that I should know the worst of him. And, most of all, shameful though it might be, I loved his love for me.

With the sound of waves outside, the bed seemed like our own Guld and we were swimmers. Front to front, out bodies slicked with sweat, each swimming and stroking, one against the other. We rode the waves to the crests, then plummeted down, only to ride the wave to the next breaker. We swam against the current that threatened to pull us under.

A thief, stealing his friendship.

After all the human noise and conflicts have stopped, the absent person has more room in your heart to spread out and be herself. My mother's been gone ten years and I know her much better now than when we saw each other every day.

May their having each other make more of them both.

This week I've learned that when you really love someone, you come to accept everything about them, all the moments in their history that have made them into just what they are. And I can accept everything in your past, because it has made you you .

It was more like I saw him coming and knew he was the one. I went out of myself to meet him and then couldn't get back inside without bringing him with me.

And he would not see that the tints which he spread upon the canvas were drawn from the cheeks of her who sat beside him." Poe

Although there are many trial marriages... there is no such thing as a trial child.

Ever since romanticism replaced the arranged marriage, the assumption has been that people marry for love. This is largely a myth. Any marriage can evolve into the mutual love of watching each other live. But first marriages are often a matter of conforming to the shoulds of the 20s.

What really happened with Serena and Jeb is that each was able to be strong in an area in which the other needed support. In

If there's something about me you don't like, just tell me," says the newlywed anxious to please. "I'll change it." If he or she is not forthcoming with such an offer, the other one is determined to change it for the partner. "He may drink a little too much now," the bride confides to her friend, "but I'll reform him." Examination

Mothers and their children are in a category all their own. There's no bond so strong in the entire world. No love so instantaneous and forgiving.

it's a structured way of engaging with the sacred. It's a container for such engagement to happen. It's a protocol by which we can maintain right relationship in our direct engagements with the sacred.

Graph of your relationship follows the graph of your wealth in this total commercial world.

With fronds like you, who needs anemones.

An eternal life shared with another grows less attractive if the other is off his nut.

Are you going to marry her?" I would know such a thing as that," Clarence says, "only well after the fact.

It's funny, though, speaking of fathers and sons, because me and John Goodman played father and son, like, five or six years ago in the film 'Death Sentence ' and I got back with him again in 'Inside Llewyn Davis.'

The father of a daughter is nothing but a high-class hostage. A father turns a stony face to his sons, berates them, shakes his antlers, paws the ground, snorts, runs them off into the underbrush, but when his daughter puts her arm over his shoulder and says, 'Daddy, I need to ask you something,' he is a pat of butter in a hot frying pan.

The father of a daughter is nothing but a high-class hostage. A father turns a stony face to his sons, berates them, shakes his antlers, paws the ground, snorts, runs them off into the underbrush, but when his daughter puts her arm over his shoulder and says, "Daddy, I need to ask you something," he is a pat of butter in a hot frying pan.

If the marriage needs help, the answer almost always is have more fun. Drop your list of grievances and go ride a roller coaster.