Quotes About Relationship

While I don't often use the word, the technically precise term for my orientation is bisexual. I believe bisexuality is not a choice, it is a fact. What I have 'chosen' is to be in a gay relationship.

kind but distant, she now recognized him as

There is no pain equal to that which two lovers can inflict on one another. This should be made clear to all who contemplate such a union. The avoidance of this pain is the beginning of wisdom, for it is strong enough to contaminate the rest of our lives.

A love affair is a grafting operation. "What has once been joined never forgets". There is a moment when the graft takes; up to then it is possible without difficulty the separation which afterwards comes only through breaking off a great hunk of oneself; the ingrown fibre of hours, days, years.

No creature is fully itself till it is, like the dandelion, opened in the bloom of pure relationship to the sun, the entire living cosmos.

Books are people,'' smiled Miss Marks. ''In every book worth reading, the author is there to meet you, to establish contact with you. He takes you into his confidence and reveals his thoughts to you.

By this time Miss Lamington knew a good deal about her "boss". She knew that he was thirty-six (which was "quite old" in her estimation); he lived with his mother at Beckenham and travelled to the office every day

They had finished their meal. Anne rose to fetch the coffee and as she passed his chair she bent over and kissed him lightly on the forehead. It was a butterfly caress and exactly expressed the relationship between them, which was almost that of father and daughter, but not quite. Fathers and daughters have always known each other and take their affection for granted as a natural thing, but these two had found each other and were grateful.

Mr. Weir knew at once that I was really interested and came half-way to meet me. When people go half-way to meet each other something happens—something important." "Yes—but what is it?" I ask with interest. "You give a bit of yourself and receive a bit of the other fellow, and you're both richer.

This was all the easier because Mr. Marvell was so matter of fact about the whole thing—the picture might have been a still life of a jar of roses, or of a cabbage, rather than the naked figure of his wife. After all, he's her husband, thought Barbara vaguely, and that seemed to help.

What Morland wanted was a wife exactly like his mother; a wife who would say 'Yes, dear.' Julia had often smiled to herself when she heard Mrs. Beverley say 'Yes, dear' and had despised her just a little for having no mind of her own . . . but perhaps poor Mrs. Beverley had become a 'Yes, dear' sort of wife because it was the only way to live comfortably with a 'Do this' sort of husband!

interested in Barbara, whom, after eighteen months of daily contact, he was just beginning to know. The strangest thing about Barbara, Arthur reflected, the strangest thing about this strange woman who was now his lawful wedded wife, was that although she understood practically nothing, she yet understood everything.

Yes," says Bryan. "If Edgeburton wants some extra dibs he's only got to write a letter to his grandfather and he gets a postal order for five bob by return . . . he doesn't ask for it, even." "I hope not." "No," says Bryan. "He doesn't need to ask. Edgeburton just writes and says 'How are you?' and that sort of thing and the money arrives." "Edgeburton must write a very good letter.

The relationship between a brother and sister is peculiar in the sense that it is unique for it is the only one in which the two sexes can meet as equals on a purely personal basis. No brother thinks of his sister as a woman and few sisters can see their brothers as men. For this reason there can be real friendship between them.

wrote to Kitty saying that I was sorry for what had occurred and asking her to come to see me if she was in town, but I had no reply. Kitty vanished out of my life. She was angry with me, I knew. She had wanted me to lie, and I would not lie—I could not.

They understood one another perfectly. They trusted one another. They were useful to one another. That was the ideal relationship of one human being to another human being . . . usefulness . . . to take and give service.

She was grateful to him. So Caroline had said "yes" to Arnold Dering and had done her level best to make him a good wife. She

Husbands are annoying at times, but they are a habit which grows on one, and life is extraordinarily dull without them.

She had sunk her whole personality to be Arnold's wife, but even that was not enough, he was still unsatisfied …

Looking back I remembered other occasions when Miles had let me down; this was not the first time—nor the second time. I had made excuses for him because I had admired him so tremendously.

Was it this? Unlike as they were in everything upon which human friendship is usually based — unlike in upbringing, in modes of life, in habits, interests, and thoughts, poles apart in station and in appearance, there was yet a bond between them which needed no forging, but sprang suddenly and strongly into being at their first contact.

I see you brought along your violent little girlfriend. What a nice surprise!" - Saint Dane (The Reality Bug)

If you didn't exist, I wouldn't exist. Everything I've done is because of you!

In the suburbs, a manageable life depends on a compact among neighbors. The unspoken agreement is an honest hypocrisy.