Quotes About Relationship

God seeks comrades and claims love, the Devil seeks slaves and claims obedience.

The singer alone does not make a song, there has to be someone who hears. -Broken Song

Tell him Sudha has not forgotten him.

Essentially man is not a slave either of himself or of the world; but he is a lover. His freedom and fulfilment is in love, which is another name for perfect comprehension.

My husband used to say, that man and wife are equal in love because of their equal claim on each other. I never argued the point with him, but my heart said that devotion never stands in the way of true equality; it only raises the level of ground meeting. Therefore the joy of the higher equality remains permanent; it never slides down to the vulgar level of triviality.

The singer alone does not make a song, there has to be someone who hears. One man opens his throat to sing, the other sings in his mind. Only when waves fall on the shore do they make a harmonious sound; Only when breezes shake the woods do we hear a rustling in the leaves. Only from a marriage of two forces does music arise in the world. Where there is no love, where listeners are dumb, there never can be song.

The soil in return for her service keeps the tree tied to her; the sky asks nothing and leaves it free.

The very psychology of men and women about their mutual relation is changing and becoming the psychology of the primitive fighting elements, rather than of humanity seeking its completeness through the union based upon mutual self-surrender.

THE woodcutter's axe begged for it's handle from the tree. The tree gave it.

She wants neither land nor a house. She'll die if she can't see you.

Music fills the infinite between two souls

Shopping would be a relationship between the customer and the goods, with nothing and no one mediating between them.

It's bullshit to think of friendship and romance as being different. They're not. They're just variations of the same love. Variations of the same desire to be close.

I want to believe there is a somebody out there for me. I want to believe that I exist to be there for that somebody.

Somewhere between a friend and acquaintance—a frequaintance, as it were.

Among other things a marriage is a system of belief, a story, and though it manifests itself in things that are real enough, the impulse that drives it is ultimately mysterious.

If a man had a nasty side to his character, she wanted to get to it immediately and confront it. She didn't want it roaming unseen in the hinterland of the relationship: she wanted to provoke it, to draw it forth, lest it strike her when her back was turned.

He had destroyed the thing she loved most; she, in her turn, had exposed him to failure through expectations he was unable to fulfil. Without meaning to, they had found one another's deepest vulnerabilities: they had arrived, by this awful shortcut, at the place where for each of them a relationship usually ended, and set out from there.

Suffering had always appeared to me as an opportunity, I said, and I wasn't sure I would ever discover whether this was true and if so why it was, because so far I had failed to understand what it might be an opportunity for. All I knew was that it carried a kind of honour, if you survived it, and left you in a relationship to the truth that seemed closer, but that in fact might have been identical to the truthfulness of staying in one place.

At the time, he had got rid of her so efficiently and so suavely that she had felt almost reassured even as she was being left behind.

Evlilik, baÅŸka ÅŸeylerin yan?nda, bir inanç sistemidir, bir öyküdür de ve kendini son derece gerçek ÅŸeylerde göstermesine raÄŸmen, yürümesini saÄŸlayan ÅŸey eninde sonunda gizemlidir.

Like God, my father expressed himself through absence: it was easier, perhaps, to be grateful to someone who wasn't there.

And it was the same with my first wife and me,' he said. 'We hit a bump in the road, and over we went.' It had, he now realised, been a happy relationship, the most harmonious of his life. He and his wife had met and got engaged as teenagers; they had never argued, until the argument in which everything between them was broken.

Mothers are such liars,' he said. 'Language is all they have. They fill you up with language if you let them.