Quotes About Relationship

There was a warmth of fury in his last phrases. He meant she loved him more than he her. Perhaps he could not love her. Perhaps she had not in herself that which he wanted. It was the deepest motive of her soul, this self-mistrust. It was so deep she dared neither realise nor acknowledge. Perhaps she was deficient. Like an infinitely subtle shame, it kept her always back. If it were so, she would do without him. She would never let herself want him. She would merely see.

It is a question, practically of relationship. We must get back into relation, vivid and nourishing relation to the cosmos and the universe . . . . For the truth is, we are perishing for lack of fulfillment of our greater needs, we are cut off from the great sources of our inward nourishment and renewal, sources which flow eternally in the universe. Vitally the human race is dying. It is like a great uprooted tree, with its roots in the air. We must plant ourselves again in the universe.

John Thomas says good-night to Lady Jane, a little droopingly, but with a hopeful heart.

It was only a friendship between man and woman, such as any civilized persons might have.

It's cause and effect, Vernon

She had borne so long this cruelty of belonging to him and not being claimed by him.

And in this passion for understanding her soul lay close to his; she had him all to herself. But he must be made abstract first.

They stood together in a false intimacy, a nervous contact. And he was in love with her.

Sleep is still most perfect, in spite of hygienists, when it is shared with a beloved.

There was nothing now but this empty treadmill of what Clifford called the integrated life, the long living together of two people, who are in the habit of being in the same house with one another. Nothingness! To accept the great nothingness of life seemed to be the one end of living. All the many busy and important little things that make up the grand sum-total of nothingness!

I want to be gone out of myself, and you to be lost to yourself, so we are found different.

And she had discovered him, discovered in him a rare potentiality, discovered his loneliness.

Yet the heart of each burned from the other. They burned with each other, inwardly. This they would never admit. They intended to keep their relationship a casual free-and-easy friendship, they were not going to be so unmanly and unnatural as to allow any heart-burning between them. They had not the faintest belief in deep relationship between men and men, and their disbelief prevented any development of their powerful but suppressed friendliness.

It hurt her most of all, this failure to love him

I am in love - and, my God, it is the greatest thing that can happen to a man. I tell you, find a woman you can fall in love with. Do it. Let yourself fall in love. If you have not done so already, you are wasting your life.

There were many, many stages in the ebbing of her love for him, but it was always ebbing.

Cu tine nu comunic prin simÈ›uri, ci prin spirit. De asta nu ne putem iubi în înÈ›elesul comun. AfecÈ›iunea noastr? nu este dintre acelea pe care le întâlneÈ™ti la tot pasul. ?i totuÈ™i suntem muritori de rând, È™i a tr?i unul al?turi de cel?lalt ar fi cumplit, deoarece cu tine nu pot fi carnal È™i, È™tii tu, a vieÈ›ui de-a pururi mai presus de aceasta a muritorului de rând ar însemna s-o pierzi cu totul.

He also wearied his mother very often. She saw the sunshine going out of him, and she resented it.

Little by little, living together, two people fall into a sort of unison, they vibrate so intricately to one another. That's the real secret of marriage

It was as if thousands and thousands of little roots and threads of consciousness in him and her had grown together into a tangled mass, till they could crowd no more, and the plant was dying.

I would like to have all the rest of the world disappear,' she said, `and live with you here.' `It won't disappear,' he said.

Recklessness is almost a man's revenge on his woman. He feels he is not valued, so he will risk destroying himself to deprive her altogether.

Her hand lay on the gate-post as she balanced. He put his own over it. His heart beat thickly. But did you - were you ever - did you give him a chance? Chance? - how? To come near you. Iw married him - and I was willing- They both strove to keep their voices steady. I believe he loves you, he said. It looks like it, she replied. He wanted to take his hand away, and could not. She saved him by removing her own.

She was grieved, and bitterly sorry for the man who was hurt so much. But still, in her heart of hearts, where the love should have burned, there was a blank. Now, when all her woman's pity was roused to its full extent, when she would have slaved herself to death to nurse him and to save him, when she would have taken the pain herself, if she could, somewhere far away inside her she felt indifferent to him and to his suffering. It hurt her most of all, this failure to love him.