Quotes About Relationship

What is it costing your clients to not do business with you?

What your customer really wants is to be invited into a story. And your explanatory paragraph is going to accomplish exactly that.

If we've positioned ourselves as the guide, our customers are already in a relationship with us. But making a purchase isn't a characteristic of a casual relationship; it's a characteristic of a commitment.

A person could read the Bible, not to become smart, but rather to feel that they are not alone, that somebody understands them and love them enough to speak to them, on purpose, in a way that makes a person feel human.

To be in a relationship with God is to be loved purely and furiously. And a person who thinks himself unlovable cannot be in a relationship with God because he can't accept who God is; a Being that is in love.

In the churches I used to go to, I felt like I didn't fit in... I was accepted but not understood. There was room at the table for me, but I was not part of the family.

half the feeling of home is usually a person.

Betsy and I are going to try as hard as we can not to put the burden of that longing on each other," I said. "Instead, we will comfort each other in the longing and even love it for what it is, a promise that God will someday fulfill us.

We have to clearly invite customers to take a journey with us or they won't.

At StoryBrand, we certainly give away the "why," but we also give away an awful lot of the "how." It's never cost me to be generous with my customers.

Always position your customer as the hero and your brand as the guide. Always. If you don't, you will die.

I want to be known and loved anyway. Can you do this? I trust by your easy breathing that you are human like me, that you are fallen like me, that you are lonely, like me. My love, do I know you? What is this great gravity that pulls us so painfully toward each other? Why do we not connect? Will we be forever in fleshing this out? And how will we with words, narrow words, come into the knowing of each other?

But what about your own?" he asked. "Assuming, of course, you're interested in having one?" "I'm not. If I ever get married, I shall elope. That has now become my prime requirement in a husband. Willingness to elope.

If you're not entirely sure you want to spend the rest of your life with someone, it seems to me that the last thing you'd want to do is to set in motion a very lengthy, time-consuming, expensive, and highly public process designed to lead inexorably to just that.

I get it," he said. "I was supposed to give you your space. I didn't want to. So...I compromised. Only, you frustrate the hell out of me, and I'm all done with being frustrated. This is what I wanted to do. Pretty much from the moment we stopped doing it. You?" She was still reeling, from the kiss, and the declaration. "Me, yes. Uh, too. Me, too." "Good." Then he kissed her again.**

It would take a lifetime to know everything about her, and he just happened to have one handy and available.

Yes, I'm Delia Maddox," she said, taking his hand in a quick, firm shake. "Grace's sister-in-law and--" "--the ravishing goddess responsible for creating Delia's delectable. The most amazing food in the Americas." Her pretty eyes twinkled at his nickname for her food, but she folded her arms and said, "Only in the Americas? Hmm, I must be slipping.

wife is her husband's richest treasure, a helpmeet, a steadying column. A vineyard with no hedge will be overrun; a man with no wife becomes a helpless wanderer

Decades with Paola had accustomed Brunetti to the extremity of most of her positions; they had also taught him that, on the subject of the Church, she was immediately incandescent and seldom lucid.

Guilo, although a lawyer, never lied; at least not to his friends.

A wife is her husband's richest treasure, a helpmeet, a steadying column. A vineyard with no hedge will be overrun; a man with no wife becomes a helpless wanderer,"' he quoted

My hopes for a relationship with her were wholly unreal, whereas my ongoing misery, and frustration, were an all-too-horrible reality. Was groundless, hopeless romantic obsession any way to waste the rest of my life?

The center of my earth is you

As I stood with her on the platform - she impatient, tapping her foot, leaning forward to look down the tracks - it seemed more than I could bear to see her go. Francis was around the corner, buying her a book to read on the train. 'I don't want you to leave,' I said. 'I don't want to, either.' 'Then don't.' 'I have to.' We stood looking at each other. It was raining. She looked at me with her rain-colored eyes. Camilla, I love you,' I said. 'Let's get married.