Quotes About Relationship

Pero, en definitiva, ¿qué es Lo Nuestro? Por ahora, al menos, es una especie de complicidad frente a los otros, un secreto compartido, un pacto unilateral. Naturalmente, esto no es una aventura, ni un programa, ni —menos que menos— un noviazgo. Sin embargo, es algo más que una amistad.

Tenemos que apurarnos hacia el encuentro, porque en nuestro caso el futuro es un inevitable desencuentro.

Y la noche en que aparecieron juntos en lo de Joaco y Teresa, no fue preciso hacer ningún anuncio, ya que a esa altura nadie podía dudar de que eran (separados o juntos) una pareja.

Nos habíamos tenido tanto afecto, era cierto. ¿Y eso qué? Probablemente no habíamos sabido nada el uno del otro. Una incapacidad de comunicación nos había mantenido a prudente distancia, postergando siempre el intercambio franco, generoso, para el cual, por otras razones, estábamos bien dotados.

Pero eras tú el equivocado. Cuando te elegí, y antes de elegirte, me gustabas. Siempre me gustaste, me gustas aún.

Posiblemente me quisiera, vaya uno a saberlo, pero lo cierto es que tenía una habilidad especial para herirme.»

El pasado era ése [...] él creyendo que la vida iba a quedar allí, detenida en ese idilio injusto, uno junto al otro, defendidos quién sabe por qué, solos en la nube de humo y metáforas cochinas

Ella me daba la mano y no hacía falta más. Me alcanzaba para sentir que era bien acogido. Más que besarla, más que acostarnos juntos, más que ninguna otra cosa, ella me daba la mano y eso era amor.

Posiblemente me quisiera, vaya uno a saberlo, pero lo cierto es que tenía una habilidad especial para herirme

Si tu bendita soledad se funde con la mía ya no sabré si soy en vos o vos terminás siéndome.

They were no lovers; they were, apparently, husband and wife.

Memory is what tells a man that his wife's birthday was yesterday.

I think in friendship, you want to be there for your friend, and sometimes you just don't know what to do or the relationship you have with them is not clear enough for you to know what to do.

We realized that the only persons we can truly trust in this world is each other and our families.

Women are, by nature, disposed to relationship and connectedness; yet true relationship cannot be embraced until a woman as a deep sense of her at-one-ment. Without this essential independence from all roles and bonds, she is a potential victim for servitude.

What's killing him is the idea that I will die unhappy, in a miserable marriage. He hates that my life isn't ending on a good note… So I told him that he's a good man and was the love of my life, both of which are true. I tried to tell him all the things I hadn't told him before… Mostly, I wanted him to understand the real reason I'd thought our marriage was over. It was over because we forgot to stay in love. Both of us.

Honestly, William, time ?' his mother had snapped. ' Distance ? Those things have nothing whatsoever to do with love. Who knows that better than you?

Cornelia pulled love around me like a coat, tugged it shut, and did up the buttons, as if I belonged to her. And so I did.

You're his blue sky. When everything else is darkness. But is he yours?

I tried to tell him all the things I hadn't told him before. How it was both our faults, how I'd taken over with the kids and not let the two of us be in that together. Mostly, I wanted him to understand the real reason I'd thought our marriage was over. It was over because we forgot to stay in love. Both of us.

too. Like I'm an outside person watching me do things. Except when I'm with you. Then, I'm on the inside.

When I pointed to the list, he read it quickly, then said, "I wish I'd known what was happening. I wish she'd told me," so ruefully that I wanted to touch him and did.

It was an answer I should have savored; instead, it gave rise to that moment. You know what I mean. The moment in a relationship in which at the same time you discover you've been floating in air for five and a half weeks, you also discover that your feet have dropped a little closer to the earth.

la sola idea de repetir una relación como la que tenía con su madre la llenaba de espanto.