Quotes About Relationship

Ses yeux gris, brûlés de, soleil, restaient fixés sur la route, mais de sa propre initiative elle venait de modifier nos relations, et pendant un moment j'ai cru que je l'aimais.

He was his wife's man and not his own.

Il existait entre nous une complicité si rare que nous nous comprenions à demi-mots

Unknowingly she saw her own tragedies mirrored in his face.

You've been drinking," she said shortly, and then added qualitatively, "a little. You know I loathe the smell of it.

I'm yours — you know it.

Gillespie: And you haven't kissed me for two weeks. I had an idea that after a girl was kissed she was--was--on. Rosalind: Those days are over. I have to be won all over again every time you see me.

It was touching to see them together - it made you laugh in a hushed, fascinated way.

He asked her if she thought he was conceited. She said there was a difference between conceit and self-confidence. She adored self-confidence in men.

Isabella was quite stirred; she wound her handkerchief into a tight ball, and by the faint light that streamed over her, dropped it deliberately on the floor. Their hands touched for an instant, but neither spoke. Silences were becoming more frequent and more delicious.

I suppose she talks, and—eats, and everything.

Isn't it funny and lonely being together, Dick? No place to go except close.

It was a stretch to imagine that Barbara Walters might want to give it all up for Ed Couch, but Evelyn tried her hardest. Of course, even though she was not religious, it was a comfort to know that the Bible backed her up in being a doormat.

They also learned that the very best way to start a marriage was with a good laugh. Particularly when the children start coming.

Every woman wants to get married and have children.

At the reception, she had introduced a man to his own wife. Twice.

On marriage: You sort of stumble along and reconnect and lose each other and reconnect again.

his hands. "Just tell me what

She wasn't his mother, but she was his Mom, and that was far more important.

wasn't her love and attention enough

No-one loves another More than he loves whatever another within may have That is part of one's self

How wearisome to let one's existence become something absolutely dependent on someone else's feelings; to have no option but to feel, to love a little too, whether or not it is reciprocated.

Does the peace I feel when I see you belong to you or to me?

Solo me han amado de verdad en una ocasión. Simpatías, las he tenido siempre, y de todos. Ni al más ocasional le ha sido fácil ser grosero, o ser brusco, o incluso ser frío conmigo. He tenido algunas simpatías que, con mi ayuda, podría -quizá al menos- haber convertido en amor o afecto. Nunca he tenido la paciencia o la disposición de espíritu para ni siquiera desear emplear ese esfuerzo.