Quotes About Relationship

Who asked you to the funeral anyway? Were you acquainted with the late parrot?

Most English gentlemen at this time believed that they had a particular aptitude for endearing themselves to the lower classes.

I love her and that is the beginning and end of everything.

Think how you love me,' she whispered. 'I don't ask you to love me always like this, but I ask you to remember.' You'll always be like this to me.' Oh no; but promise me you'll remember.' Her tears were falling. 'I'll be different, but somewhere lost inside me there'll always be the person I am tonight.

It takes two to make an accident.

Those days are over. I have to be won all over again every time you see me.

I wish I had done everything on earth with you

I love her and that's the beginning and end of everything.

I love her and that's the beginning of everything...

What was the use of doing great things if I could have a better time telling her what I was going to do?

Don't say 'wife.' I'm your mistress. Wife's such an ugly word. Your 'permanent mistress' is so much more tangible and desirable… .

They weren't happy, and neither of them had touched the chicken or the ale---and yet they weren't unhappy either. There was an unmistakable air of natural intimacy about the picture and anybody would have said that they were conspiring together.

A love affair is like a short story--it has a beginning, a middle, and an end. The beginning was easy, the middle might drag, invaded by commonplace, but the end, instead of being decisive and well knit with that element of revelatory surprise as a well-written story should be, it usually dissipated in a succession of messy and humiliating anticlimaxes.

When the lightning strikes one of us, it strikes both

If I hurt your feelings we ought to discuss it. I don't like this kiss-and-forget.' 'But I don't want to argue. I think it's wonderful that we can kiss and forget, and when we can't it'll be time to argue.

I live in a house over there on the Island, and in that house there is a man waiting for me. When he drove up at the door I drove out of the dock because he says I'm his ideal.

I think he revalued everything in his house according to the measure of response it drew from her well-loved eyes.

I can't describe to you how surprised I was to find out I loved her, old sport.I even hoped for a while that she'd throw me over, but she didn't, because she was in love with me too. She thought I knew a lot because I knew different things from her. Well, there I was, way off my ambitions, getting deeper in love every minute, and all of a sudden I didn't care. What was the use of doing great things if I could have a better time telling her what I was going to do?

Another sigh came from the window-- quite a resigned sigh. 'She's life and hope and happiness, my whole world now.' He felt the quiver of a tear on his eyelid.

The breathless idyl of their engagement gave way, first, to the intense romance of the more passionate relationship. The breathless idyl left them, fled on to other lovers; they looked around one day it and it was gone, how, they scarcely knew. Had either of them lost the other in the days of the idyl, the love lost would have been ever to the loser that dim desire without fulfillment which stands back of all life. But magic must hurry on, and the lovers remain...

Just as he still cared more for her than for any other creature, so did he more intensely and frequently hate her.

Of the things they possessed in common, greatest of all was their almost uncanny pull at each others hearts.

Their hands touched for an instant, but neither spoke. Silences were becoming more frequent and more delicious.

I married the heroine of my stories.