Quotes About Relationship

Helen and I like to think of two people in a conscious love relationship as companion stars. Each person is a unique individual ablaze with potential. One is just as important as the other, and each has a unique and equally valid view of the universe. Yet, together, they form a greater whole, kept connected by the pull of mutual love and respect. They mirror the interconnected universe.     New

Is this who I married?! Something is terribly wrong. Let us reassure you, nothing has gone wrong. Romantic Love is just the first stage of couplehood. It's supposed to fade. Romantic Love is the powerful force that draws you to someone who has the positive and negative qualities of your parents or caregiver (this includes anyone responsible for your care as a child, for example: a parent, older sibling, grandparent, or babysitters.).

All this may seem like a terrible tangle. But since partnership is designed to resurface feelings from childhood, it means that most of the upset that gets triggered in us during our relationship is from our past. Yes! About 90 percent of the frustrations your partner has with you are really about their issues from childhood. That means only 10 percent or so is about each of you right now. Doesn't that make you feel better?

People believe that separation opens their eyes to their self-defeating behaviors and gives them an opportunity to resolve those problems with a new partner. But unless they under- stand the unconscious desires that motivated their dysfunctional behavior in the first relationship and learn how to satisfy those desires with the new partner, the second relationship is destined to run aground on the same submerged rocks.

As believers, everything we do is based on how we view God.

Mr. Bradford," she said. "I'm not going to propose to you." The twinkle in Mr. Bradford's eyes faded. So did his smile. He managed to keep it on his face. It looked painful. "Oh," he said. "Mr. Bradford?" "Yes?" "Would you mind it so very much if...you know...you proposed to me?" The light in Mr. Bradford's eyes jumped to life. He beamed so largely it almost wasn't crooked. "If you want.

I can be agreeable," said Fairweller. "If the other party is." "Oh,well," said Bramble. "There goes that, then.

Love develops for every evolutionary pairing that requires devotion.

Male and female are complementary states, and there is a healthy natural tension between them.

Kiernan, I love you. I am the man for you, the only one to know you and to love you. But you won't rule me. Do you understand? I'd give you everything that I can give you, but there are certain things that I cannot give. When you're ready to accept me for what I am, for what I believe, come to me.

Lady, you forced me into this. You were willing to sell everything, both of our souls, for Jesse's house. Well, we saved it. Jesse will come back to claim it. But you forced me to be a husband. Now, Mrs. McCauley, I'm afraid that I'm going to have to force you to be a wife!

If he can't kiss you like this, Kiernan, don't marry him.

Callie stared at Daniel. "Bastard!" she hissed. He smiled serenely. His grip was still upon her and he pulled her close, whispering. "The bastard you are about to promise to love, honor, and obey." "I don't love you." "I'm merely shooting for two out of three, and the last two will do nicely.

You married me, Christa. Marriage! It was a serious step. I warned you. As the saying goes, madam, you've made your bed. You're going to lie in it. You understand what I mean, Christa. I know you do.

Don't look at me like that!" he ordered her. He jerked her close against him. "It's you, Callie, always you! From the beginning. You wouldn't look at me because you had to have Michaelson! Well, lady, place that at your feet too. No battle killed him.

She should have been scandalized and horrified that he had kissed her so, touched her so, but she wasn't. It was simply what came between the two of them. There had been something just and sweet and right about it, and she refused to be ashamed of it.

Christa, you're my wife. Why won't you give in to me?" "I don't know what you're talking about." He rose up on an elbow. "Yes, you do. You're flesh and blood, and you're very much a woman. And you're doing your damned best to deny me." "I didn't deny you anything," she said. "You did, and you know it.

How are you feeling?" he asked her. "Fine," she said curtly. "No more sickness?" "No." "You can still barely tell," he murmured. "Except that your breasts are larger." Christa swung around. "You are outrageous!" she charged him. He grinned, boyish and very appealing at that moment in his trousers and nothing more.

Take care, Kiernan, with me. Test your powers on that charming almost-fiancé of yours, but not on me. Anything you start, Kiernan, I'll finish.

Daniel grinned. "Do something!" he told Jesse. "Marry her, before she does decide to marry Anthony Miller.

He shook his head. "Scrub my back—and tell me more about the trip out here." "Ask me nicely." His silver eyes touched hers. "All right. Please scrub my back and tell me about the trip." She smiled, and tossed the washcloth his way. "No!" "All right, you little southern vixen," he warned. "Scrub my back or—" "Or what?" "I'll climb out of this tub, drag you back into it, and scrub yours.

All right, McCauley. Just what the hell are you doing in bed with my sister? I need an explanation, and a good one!" "There's a damned good one," he said lightly, addressing Jesse but his eyes narrowing on Daniel. "She's my wife.

From a distance, the solid ground of marriage has a way of looking mundane and exotic at the same time.

But we weren't married yet, so he still thought he could do whatever he wanted.