Quotes About Relationship

All along, she had given him the sort of On-Off treatment scientists use to drive rats insane. In humans, this merely leads to a state of high anxiety. She was a mystery to him. A mystery banana.

She didn't say she loved him then. She said it later that night, when he was breathing deeply beside her, the sleep of peace and satiety, as he always did when they'd released each other from passion by indulging it without limit. He slept heavily, so she could smooth his hair, kiss him without his knowing, and whisper the words she didn't know how to say when he heard her. "Tuscan Tycoon's Wife

But if a woman will not share her body with a man, how can she expect him to share her infatuation with a few grans of sand and a lot of sea and sky?

But if a woman will not share her body with a man, how can she expect him to share her infatuation with a few grains of sand and a lot of sea and sky?

Any man who can drive safely while kissing a pretty girl is simply not giving the kiss the attention it deserves. —ALBERT EINSTEIN

Being able to understand what someone else needs or wants, and to express what you need or want, is no small skill. In some ways, communication with each other is all we have. All of us are here trying to make ourselves heard and understood, and hopefully trying to hear and understand each other.

Actually, no. I may be inexperienced compared to your other women, but I'm not naive, nor am I stupid. It occurred to me this morning. You've known me for two years and never so much as asked me to coffee and then all of a sudden, you want access to my panties.' I like your panties,' he said with a feral grin. Ethan! Be serious.

Ethan: "Abstaining definitely doesn't work." Beth: "what do you suggest?" Ethan: "We're obviously going to have to make love often, but keep the encounters from getting too intense." He sounded perfectly serious, like he really believed what he was saying.

The sooner men learn to make companions and equals of their wives and not subordinates, the sooner the marriage relation will be one of harmony.

La luna non è che il complemento della terra, il suo rovescio speculare, il luogo dove s'aduna tutto ciò che sulla terra si perde.

T]he Christians of former days … rejected the real life of the family, the intimate bond of love which is naturally moral as … undivine, unheavenly, … [I]n compensation they had a Father and Son in God, who embraced each other with heartfelt love, with that intense love which natural relationship alone inspires. … [H]ere the satisfaction of those profoundest human wants which, in reality, in life, they denied, became to them an object of contemplation in God.

M]an in religion – in his relation to God – is in relation to his own nature[.]

God is the mirror of man.

The relationship of the two problems is rather the reverse. To a great extent disarmament is dependent on guarantees of peace. Security comes first and disarmament second.

Never misjudge the most faithful heart of your beloved.

Wie Du mich auch liebst, stärker liebe ich Dich doch. Doch nie verberge Dich vor mir.

Never forget the days I spent with you. Continue to be my friend, as you will always find me yours.

She belonged to me. She was all the things I wasn't. And I was all the things she wasn't. Her hand, it fit mine.

In psychoanalytical theory there is a phenomenon called transference. The therapist becomes a blank screen, onto which the patient projects some incident or feeling that began in childhood... it would not be a far reach for someone to look at my feelings for Jess and assume that, in the context of our relationship as tutor and pupil, I am not in love. I'm just in transference.

Oh, darling, that's what love is. It's some power greater than you and me, that draws us to one special person.

Is it really worth dying for the person you love?

It's not because I don't want to hurt Delia's feelings. It's because when she is bruised, I'm the one who aches.

So much of marriage was implicit and nonverbal. Had I gotten so complacent I'd forgotten to communicate?

When you love someone, there's a pattern to the way you come together. You might not even realize it, but your bodies are choreographed: a touch on the hip, a stroke of the hair. A staccato kiss, break away, a longer one. It's a routine, but not in the boring sense of the word. It's just the way you've learned to fit.