Quotes About Relationship

L'odio creava fra loro un legame più saldo di quanto non avrebbe potuto fare l'amore.

impossible . . . and . . . and I so loved our partnership, and was proud of it.  Don't you see?—I can't go on being your partner if you make

I love to think of the success of Berande," he said; "but that is secondary.  It is subordinate to the dearest wish, which is that some day you will share Berande with me in a completer way than that of mere business partnership.  It is for you, some day, when you are ready, to be my wife.

He's trying to speak, I do believe, Beth announced. At this moment speech came to White Fang, rushing up in a great burst of barking. Something has happened to Weedon, His wife said decisively.

kelimelerin diliyle de?il, sevginin diliyle vermi?ti cevab?n?.

his great love for John Thornton that he lost his head.

He was beginning to see, though vaguely, the sharp conflict between woman and career, between a man's work in the world and woman's need of the man.  But he was not capable of generalization.  He saw only the antagonism between the concrete, flesh-and-blood Genevieve and the great, abstract, living Game.  Each resented the other, each claimed him; he was torn with the strife, and yet drifted helpless on the currents of their contention.

And so we come to it—the everlasting mystery of woman. One may not be able to get along with her; yet is it patent, as of old time, that one cannot get along without her.

Well, Buck, my boy," he went on in a genial voice, "we've had our little ruction, and the best thing we can do is to let it go at that. You've learned your place, and I know mine. Be a good dog and all 'll go well and the goose hang high. Be a bad dog, and I'll whale the stuffin' outa you. Understand?

I hate you with the hate that I give to all the world; I love you with a feeling nothing else arouses.

We renew our acquaintance," said Gersen in a pleasant voice. Dasce said nothing.

What is an evil man? The man is evil who coerces obedience to his private ends, destroys beauty, produces pain, extinguishes life. It must be remembered that killing evil men is not equivalent to expunging evil, which is a relationship between a situation and an individual. A poisonous spore will grow only in a nutrient soil.

Are you a minor character in my tale, or am I a lesser figure in yours?

Sidonie, I know you don't remember it, but you once promised to trust me beyond all reason. And I swear to you that all that I am, all that I possess, including this gem-stone, is yours. I need you. I can't do this alone. Forget your memories. Look into your heart. And if you can find somewhere there, some lingering spark of trust that owes naught to reason, I beg you to speak the word written here.

By morning, Joscelin was resigned. You know, betimes I think you are a little mad, Imriel no Montreve, he said to me in the courtyard outside the stable, holding the Bastard's reins. You never said that to Phedre, I reminded him. Ah, well. He grinned despite himself. In her case, there is no question.

Our eyes met. We had so very many shared memories between us, Bao and I. Some were wonderous, and some were terrible. Some were both.

I don't think, before that moment, that he truly grasped the nature of what I was. He knew, of course; had always known, and had been the one person who'd never cared for what, but only who I was. I saw him comprehend it now, and feared. It could change everything between us.

I wondered if, by the time we'd been together as long as Phèdre and Joscelin, I'd be able to predict her reactions. I wasn't sure I would. I wasn't sure I wanted to, either.

I love you, and I would choose to be with you whether in a slum or a cave or a palace.

Io e te. Le nostre mani s'incontrano e prende forma un mondo.

But kin is not the same as family." Raising my hand to his lips, he kissed it. "Rogier Courcel, Duc de Barthelme, is kin to me. You are family.

The edge between love and hate is honed finer than the keenest fletchett. She told me something like that, once, but I dared not think on such things, with her name so close to my tongue. She told me too that it was not my acquiescence that interested her, but my rebellion. That was the thing that set her apart from the others, who failed to see where it lay. That was the thing that terrified me. -Chapter 67

I, and thou; our hands meet and a world engendered.

I had Joscelin, my Perfect Companion, the compass by which I fixed my heart. No one could ask more.