Quotes About Relationship

F]or though a very few hours spent in hard labour of incessant talking will dispatch more subjects than can really be in common between any two rational creatures, yet with lovers it is different. Between them no subject is finished, no communication is even made, till it has been made at least twenty times over.

after all that is bewitching in the idea of a single and constant attachment, and all that can be said of one's happiness depending entirely on any particular person, it is not meant--it is not fit--it is not possible that it should be so. --Edward will marry Lucy

No soy hombre de muchas palabras, Emma. Si te amara menos, sería capaz de hablar más de ello. Pero sabes como soy. De mí no escucharás más que verdades. Te he hecho reproches y te he reprendido y lo has soportado como ninguna otra mujer en toda Inglaterra lo hubiera hecho. Soporta todas las verdades que ahora te voy a decir, mi queridísima Emma, tan bien como soportaste aquellas

I encourage him to be in his garden as often as possible. Then he has to walk to Rosings nearly every day. ... I admit I encourage him in that also.

Anything is to be preferred or endured rather than marrying without affection.

Mr. Collins is a conceited, pompous, narrow-minded, silly man; you know he is, as well as I do; and you must feel, as well as I do, that the woman who married him cannot have a proper way of thinking.

There seemed a gulf impassable between them.

Half the sum of attraction, on either side, might have been enough, for he had nothing to do, and she had hardly any body to love. (of Anne Elliot and Captain Wentworth, Persuasion)

She tried to be calm, and leave things to take their course; and tried to dwell much on this argument of rational dependence- 'Surely, if there be constant attachment on each side, our hearts must understand each other ere long. We are not boy and girl, to be captiously irritable, misled by every moment's inadvertence, and wantonly playing with our own happiness.'

You are a good girl, and I have great pleasure in thinking you will be so happily settled. I have no doubt of your doing very well together. Your tempers are by no means unlike. You are each of you so complying, that nothing will ever be resolved on; so easy, that every servant will cheat you; and so generous, that you will always exceed your income.

God knows, I have been a very indifferent lover. But you understand me.

It was gratitude; gratitude, not merely for having once loved her, but for loving her still well enough to forgive all the petulance and acrimony of her manner in rejecting him.

Why is he so altered? From what can it proceed? It cannot be for my sake that his manners are thus softened... It is impossible that he should still love me.

I lay it down as a general rule, Harriet, that if a woman doubts as to whether she should accept a man or not, she certainly ought to refuse him. If she can hesitate as to 'Yes,' she ought to say 'No' directly. It is not a state to be safely entered into with doubtful feelings, with half a heart.

for though a very few hours spent in the hard labor of incessant talking will dispatch more subjects that can really be in common between two rational creatures, yet for the lovers is different. Between them no subject is finished; no communication is ever made, till it has been made at least twenty times over.

She was of course only too good for him; but as nobody minds having what is too good for them, he was very steadily earnest in the pursuit of the blessing, and it was not possible that encouragement from her should be long wanting.

I have not known him long indeed, but I am much better acquainted with him than I am with any other creature in the world.

More than seven years were gone since this little history of sorrowful interest had reached its close; and time had softened down much, perhaps nearly all of peculiar attachment to him — but she had been too dependant on time alone.

My real purpose was to see you, and to judge, if I could, whether I might ever hope to make you love me.

Then, my dear, you may have the advantage of your friend, and introduce Mr. Bingley to her.

A man would always wish to give a woman a better home than the one he takes her from; and he who can do it, where there is no doubt of her regard, must, I think, be the happiest of mortals.

I have never yet found that the advice of a Sister could prevent a young Man's being in love if he chose it.

Was it new for one, perhaps too busy to seek, to be the prize of a girl who would seek him?

She was his own Emma, by hand and word