Quotes About Relationship

Love is a necessity. It gives us the desire to bond with someone long enough to care for our children to an age where they can fend for themselves.

She is a rare woman. That is why she loves you. "If you can't Respect her, you don't Deserve Her!

The secret to a lasting relationship is. Pay attention to them and they will always love you back.

She is a rare woman. That is why she loves you. "If you can't Respect her, you don't Deserve Her!" Understand that and love her more!

In short, the greatest gift of relationship proves to be that as the result of encountering each other, we are obliged to grow larger than we had planned.

third choice was to strike off toward some new projection—a new job, a better (different) relationship, a seductive ideology, or sometimes to drift into some unconscious "self-treatment plan" such as an addiction or an affair.

since the other cannot in the end, and should not ever, carry responsibility for the task of our life, the projections inevitably wear away and the relationship has a tendency to deteriorate into a power struggle. When the other does not conform to our relationship agenda, we often seek to control them through admonishment, withdrawal, passive/aggressive sabotage, and sometimes overtly controlling behaviors.

Solitude can be defined as learning that we are not alone when we are alone. When we have achieved the stature of solitude, namely achieving a conscious relationship with ourselves, then we are freer to share ourselves with others, freer to receive their gifts in return and not be infantilized by the mutual archaic agenda of childhood, the agenda that covertly uses the other to provide for us.

It is no accident that the primary motive, the hidden agenda in any relationship, is the yearning to return. It is the cardinal's project, the Eden project, the professed aim of the Romantic poets, the yearning for the Beloved. It is essentially a religious search, as attested to by the etymology of the word religion, from Latin religare, to tie back to, reconnect with. Consciousness is achieved only through the loss of the Other, and the perception that the Other is truly Other.

Doubt is a form of radical relationship to and respect for mystery. The absence of doubt is a very scary thing. What that leads to is psychological, political, economic, spiritual fundamentalism. It leads to rigidity. It leads to a profound defense of the ego's security needs above all things [...] The absence of doubt ultimately leads to a violation of the mystery itself.

But thats not love, he thought, thats not what she wants, nor what any of them want, they do not want you to find yourself in them, they want instead that you should lose yourself in them. And yet, he thought, they are always trying to find themselves in you.

I love to touch you," Karen whispered, "to cuddle you, be fondled by you, love you. But it always leads to sex. You'll never know the times I've wanted to touch you, but not done it, because it always leads to sex.

Two people who have meant as much to each other as we have dont fade out of each other's lives," Karen said. "Of course they dont," Warden said. "They cant.

For the years, he felt, had not quenched his soul, or hers.

My body was like a harp and her words and gestures were like fingers running upon the wires.

I think he died for me, she answered.

He had felt proud and happy then, happy that she was his, proud of her grace and wifely carriage.

She respected her husband in the same way as she respected the General Post Office, as something large, secure and fixed; and though she knew the small number of his talents she appreciated his abstract value as a male.

He used to call her Poppens out of fun.

Was it right to kiss his mother or wrong to kiss his mother? What did that mean, to kiss? You put your face up like that to say goodnight and then his mother put her face down. That was to kiss. His mother put her lips on his cheek; her lips were soft and they wetted his cheek; and they made a tiny little noise: kiss. Why did people do that with their two faces?

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She was a little vulgar; sometimes she said "I seen" and "If I had've known." But what would grammar matter if he really loved her?

his mother?

He was trembling now with annoyance. Why did she seem so abstracted? He did not know how he could begin. Was she annoyed, too, about something? If she would only turn to him or come to him of her own accord! To take her as she was would be brutal. No, he must see some ardour in her eyes first. He longed to be master of her strange mood.