Quotes About Relationship

But a good man wouldn't marry you for fortune, and perhaps you shouldn't choose such as one as that. Shouldn't I? A good man would marry you for love. he says simply.

Mas, entre nós, nunca houve tempo para as palavras de amor; a maior parte do nosso tempo foi gasta em despedidas.

He treats her as if he would spare her any fatigue, as if he has dedicated his life to her happiness.

Makes no difference," he said, with his intuitive knowledge of my thoughts. "No difference at all how your first marriage was. This is my marriage, and I want my wife in my bed." I laughed aloud and snuggled back into his arms. "It's where I want to be," I confessed. "Why would I ever want to be anywhere else?

He knew as well as I did that you cannot release a girl from her promise to love a man. She either gets herself free or she is bound for life.

So he left her, because in his heart he feared that she was a woman with a divided nature—and he did not realize that all women are creatures of divided nature.

If there is love enough, then nothing—not nature, not even death itself—can come between two who love each other.

Where have I offended you? I take God and all the world to witness that I have been to you a true, humble and obedient wife. These twenty years and more I have been your true wife, and by me you have had many children though it pleased God to call them out of this world. And when you had me at the first I was a true maid, without touch of man—" Henry

She can be pious, she can be learned, she can be witty and wise and beautiful, but if she is married to a fool she will be "that poor Mrs. Fool" until the day he dies.

Meluzina tragédiája – bármilyen nyelv beszélje is el, bármilyen dallam énekelje is meg – az, hogy egy férfi mindig többet ígér, mint amennyit tenni képes egy nÅ'ért, akit nem tud megérteni.

I shall be dark and French and fashionable and difficult and you shall be sweet and open and English and fair. What a pair we shall be.

might be that marriage was not the death of a woman and the end of her true self, but the unfolding of her. It might be that a woman could be a wife without having to cut the pride and the spirit out of herself. A woman might blossom into being a wife, not be trimmed down to fit.

You have to keep him coming forward," she said. "Keep him coming forward but never let him think that you come forward yourself. He wants to feel that he is pursuing you, not that you are entrapping him. When he gives you the choice of coming forward or running away, like then—you must always run away." The

the wedding should be between him, his bride, and God.

His little gestures of affection, his hand in the small of her aching back, her head brushing his shoulder. When she was with child, she used to cling to him for comfort, and he was always tender with her.

We fell asleep wrapped in each other as if we could not bear to part, even in sleep we could not bear to let each other go.

think of his cupping my mother's cheek in his hand and telling her that she is the cleverest woman in England and he will be guided by none but her; and then going his own way.

Because she is my sister, and therefore one-half of me.

Men are taught that it is normal, even desirable, to compete and disagree with each other; when they do so, they do not personalize the argument nor do they think that a friendship or working relationship will be jeopardized by a strong difference of opinion.

A mother's hardest to forgive. Life is the fruit she longs to hand you Ripe on a plate. And while you live, Relentlessly she understands you.

Last of all, I take the lard bread from my pocket and feed it to Shiloh in little pieces, letting him lick my fingers after every bite. I wrap my arms around him, pat him, run my hands over his ears, even kiss his nose. I tell him about a million times I love him as much as I love my ma. The

Dad," he said later after all the company had gone and he and his father were picking up the wrapping paper. "Have you ever thought about living somewhere else?" "Where did you have in mind, Wally?" asked his father. "You want me to move down the block, maybe?

Wally faced the front of the room again. When he and Caroline were not speaking, she drove him nuts. When he and Caroline were speaking, she drove him nuts. It was hopeless. He couldn't escape. His destiny was to be driven absolutely crazy by Caroline Malloy.

Writing is, in the end, that oddest of anomalies: an intimate letter to a stranger.