Quotes About Relationship

The inner and poetic illumination of his life came from me.

Es fácil crear la ilusión del amor. El otro te ayuda.

Para un escritor, un personaje es un ser con quien no se siente ligado por el sentimiento. El verdadero amor destruye la «literatura». Por eso, también, Henry no puede escribir sobre mí, y quizá nunca escriba sobre mí —por lo menos, hasta que nuestro amor se acabe y, entonces, yo me convierta en un «personaje», es decir, en una personalidad alejada, no fundida con él.

It doesn't matter what you said that night. I want you from me to have the experience of being loved.) [Anaïs]

Transpira, straluceste. Nu pot s-o ascund. Sunt femeie. Un barbat m-a facut sa ma supun. O, bucuria unei femei cand gaseste un barbat caruia sa i se supuna, bucuria feminitatii ei inflorind in brate puternice!

Hugo y yo nos entregamos totalmente el uno al otro. No podemos estar el uno sin el otro, no soportamos la discordia, la guerra, el alejamiento, no podemos dar paseos solos, no nos gusta viajar sin el otro. Nos hemos entregado a pesar de nuestro individualismo, de nuestra aversión a la intimidad. Nuestro amor ha absorbido nuestro egocentrismo. Nuestro amor es nuestro ego.

Ri, Anaïs», diz Fred. «Henry diz que adora ouvir-te rir, que tu és a única mulher que possui o sentido da alegria, uma tolerância comedida»

Making new friends and partners, mid-life, is the greatest thing in the world. Each friend represents a world in us, a world possibly not born until they arrive, and it is only by this meeting that a new world is born.

A cambio de fidelidad, yo le doy mi imaginación, e incluso mi talento, si se quiere. Nunca he estado satisfecha de nuestras cuentas, pero han de mantenerse.

To love anything, to appreciate anything, one has to live with it. Otherwise it has no meaning, no beauty.

How criminal to expect all life and joy from one human being.

Entre pelea y pelea somos intensamente felices. Infierno y paraíso a un tiempo. Somos a la vez libres y esclavos. En ocasiones parecía que supiésemos que la única atadura que puede unirnos es el frenesí, idéntica intensidad que entre amantes y queridas.

Had a cordial note from Dos Passos, in Key West, Fla., saying he would be delighted to receive a copy—but I'm not sending him one, for the reason given.)

That is why I always lie. I can't have a truthful relationship. Gore's idealization of me sets my pattern. I begin truthfully, but then I withhold what hurts him, what would destroy his illusion. I hide my psychoanalysis, my real age, my sexual needs, my past lovers and experience, my negro lover, and I give him his dream, his ideal woman. But where am I in the end?

The same chemicals were used in the cooking as were used on the composition of her own being: only those which caused the most violent reaction, contradiction, and teasing, the refusal to answer questions but the love of putting them, and all the strong spices of human relationship which bore a relation to black pepper, paprika, soybean sauce, ketchup and red peppers.

N-am avut puterea s? te înl?tur din viaÅ£a mea când, biologic, planetar, emoÅ£ional, metafizic, psihanalitic, ar fi trebuit.

Each one of a pair of lovers fashions himself to meet the other's requirements—endeavors by a continual effort to resemble that idol of himself which he beholds in the other's heart.... Whoever really loves abandons all sincerity.

I am not sure whether I altogether understand you. You make me curious. I don't much care about talking, but I should like to talk to you.

Seigneur, il m'apparaît parfois que j'ai besoin de son amour pour vous aimer!

Robert crede c? ÅŸtie tot despre mine. Nici m?car nu b?nuieÅŸte c? pot avea o via?? a mea, independent? de a lui. M? consider? doar drept o anex?. Îi sunt necesar? pentru a se simÅ£i confortabil instalat în existen??. Sunt soÅ£ia lui.

Whether they will or no, a link is created between two creatures who experience a common emotion.

marriage nothing but a lugubrious barter with slavery as its upshot.

I took her hand trembling. Whatever I hope to become later is for you. But Jerome, I may leave you too. My soul went into my words: I shall never leave you. She raised her shoulders slightly: Aren't you strong enough to walk alone? We must each of us find God by ourselves.

my veneration of her grew in inverse proportion to my self-respect