Quotes About Relationship

A letter is a barrier, a reprieve, a charm against the world, an almost infallible method of acting at a distance.

Some inner organ would give way, her heart would literally break, if she did not see him soon.

Ducane knew that Willy had looked forward to this visit. He knew too that the visit was rendering Willy unspeakably miserable.

How could two such different worlds co-exist, how could they communicate?

Starting this relationship seems to me one of the better things you've ever done, however it ends. We can't separate it from how it ends.

What are you thinking, my love, my darling?' 'About you. I was wondering if you could make me happy. It would be fearfully difficult.' 'I'm fearfully clever, and I love you fearfully much.

Comprendo. —Añadí—: Tú me acusaste en una ocasión de decir tonterías. Si yo soy un privilegiado sólo por haberte visto abrazando a tu hermano… Seguía callada, sonriendo otra vez. Traté de no devolverle la sonrisa. Dije: —Me dijiste que eras una cabeza cortada. ¿Se pueden mantener relaciones humanas con una cabeza cortada?

The had met at a party. Falling in love surprised them both.

In the clairvoyance of this despair he had seen how much his folly had already damaged both of them.

I think we belong to each other.

One morning, one day, perhaps soon, she would come to him and find him gone; and she knew how much she did not want to see him die, and yet how much she also wished that he might die holding her hand. These thoughts induced tears, which he must not see; and she tried not to think too much about the terrible mystery which was to be enacted . . .

I've got to see you, I've got to talk about her, I shall go mad.

There are those who, even if valued, remain sinister witnesses from the past. James is for me such a witness. It is not even clear whether we like each other. If I were told today that James was dead my first emotion might be pleasurable; though how much does this prove?

The conversation in the Old Brompton Road was more like an experience of the inferno, but lovers are accustomed to fire.

I remained, leaning a little on her shoulder, my cheek touching her crown of golden hair. It was fading into grey. One day, without having noticed the transition, I would see that it was gold no longer.

And all the time the line of force which bound her to her husband stretched and vibrated so that her heart in secret haemorrhage, gushed blood.

A marriage is a very secret place.

She had not even framed the idea of happiness in connection with her marriage

His love for Janie was not accessible to memory, he knew it only on evidence.

I did not harbour intelligent doubts about whether Hartley would go on loving me, naturally I knew that she was mine forever. But as we closed our eyes upon tears of joy there was cosmic dread.

As he rose to go and held Louise's hand and gazed at her he felt for a moment his old love for her taking possession of his whole being. They looked at each other. I feed upon this looking, thought Clement, but does she? I don't know, and I cannot ask. I am terrified of saying something which would wound our whole precious relationship. We are well as we are. I love her, that's all, that is my drama.

His peace depends on seeing me as unattainable, as an angel. It will hurt terribly when it turns out that I am only a woman after all.

Actually, said Gildas, every marriage is an irreversible mistake. That's the secret which they all keep.

Most importantly, we shag at least twice a day. It's proper sex, relaxed and unhurried, no done on the sly.