Quotes About Relationship

I'd think 'In a relationship, we should never have his kind of fight.' Then, instead of figuring out how to make it work, I looked for a way to get out of it. The truth is, you shouldn't be married if your that kind of person.

If there is such a thing as platonic love between a man and a woman it is the result of a profound misunderstanding, a stifling of their true and authentic impulses.

Discipleship to Jesus was not like discipleship to a Jewish rabbi. The rabbis bound their disciples not to themselves but to the Torah; Jesus bound his disciples to himself. The rabbis offered something outside of themselves; Jesus offered himself alone.

But "it is almost universally agreed that the word justify (dikaio?) does not mean 'make righteous.'"21 Rather, it designates the status — the relationship of righteousness.

Jesus is the messianic son, but not in the same way that his disciples are children of God. (2) Jesus never called anyone but his disciples children of God. People became children of God by recognizing his messianic sonship.16

The Fatherhood of God belongs to those who have responded to the divine seeking love and have submitted themselves to God's Kingdom. God seeks people, not because he is their Father, but because he would become their Father.

Jesus' sonship postulates a relationship that is independent of any historical experience that seems to involve "a community of nature between the Father and the Son."39

Thus entrance into the Kingdom means participation in the church; but entrance into the church is not necessarily synonymous with entrance into the Kingdom.38

These two dimensions of life — present and future — are inseparably associated in Jesus' discourse about his relationship to the Father.

Basically, "righteousness" is a concept of relationship. A person is righteous who has fulfilled the demands laid upon him or her by the relationship in which that person stands.12 It is not a word designating personal ethical character, but faithfulness to a relationship.

However, psych? and pneuma are not strictly interchangeable but refer to a person's inner life viewed from two points of view. Pneuma is one's inner self viewed in terms of relationship to God and to other people; psych? is the individual as a living being, as a human personality, the vitality of a person viewed from the point of view of her or his body and flesh.

Marriage must be a relation either of sympathy or of conquest.

She thinks your lady-love will rule you as the moon rules the tides.

The intense happiness of our union is derived in a high degree from the perfect freedom with which we each follow and declare our own impressions.

But I think it is hardly an argument against a man's general strength of character, that he should be apt to be mastered by love. A fine constitution doesn't insure one against small-pox or any other of those inevitable diseases. A man may be very firm in other matters, and yet be under a sort of witchery from a woman.

I like not only to be loved, but also to be told that I am loved. I am not sure that you are of the same mind. But the realm of silence is large enough beyond the grave. This is the world of light and speech, and I shall take leave to tell you that you are very dear.

Just keep in mind," Leon said, merging onto the highway, "I'm your cousin and you love me. If you attack me while I'm driving, we will both die and then he wins. Don't let him win, Catalina.

He's my fiancé," I told her. "We are living in sin." Heather blinked, momentarily knocked off her stride, but recovered. "Oh, that's nice." "It's very nice. I highly recommend it.

Because he doesn't want me talking to my grandmother." Barabas looked at Curran. Curran shrugged. "It's a family thing. Sometimes your father puts your semidead grandmother into a really bad place and is ashamed of it." "Yeah," Barabas said. "We've all been there." "You two are a riot," I told them.

I'm in love with an idiot." The dog turned his head to the side. "Just wait until he figures out I shut him out of his slut hut.

I wasn't even that lovable to begin with. I was a selfish ass, but somehow something I did made this man love me, deeply and without reservations. He knew things about me that I would die to keep secret. I trusted him more than I trusted anyone in my life. I mattered to him. He was suffering and I wanted it to stop. I wanted to see him happy. I loved him so much.

That's what marriage was, at the core—the exclusive right to spend as much time with someone you loved as they were willing to give.

Our relationship had been doomed form the start, because it was based on grief, and unlike love, grief eventually passed.

But would I get you, if I were an innkeeper?