Quotes About Relationship

Moreover, such a claim is difficult to reconcile with the centrality of grace in the Christian tradition. If one must be a Christian in order to be in right relationship with God, then there is a requirement. By definition, then, even though we may use the language of grace, we are no longer talking about grace.

being Christian is about a relationship to the God who is mediated by the Christian tradition as sacrament. To be Christian is to live within the Christian tradition as a sacrament and let it do its transforming work within and among us.

This relationship with God, and all that flows from it, are the purpose of the Christian life. The invitation of the Christian gospel is to enter into that relationship in which our healing and wholeness lie, that relationship which transforms us by beginning to heal the wounds of existence and makes our lives in the here and now a life with God.

What can be more delightful than to have some one to whom you can say everything with the same absolute confidence as to yourself? Is not prosperity robbed of half its value if you have no one to share your joy?

The reward of friendship is friendship itself.

What is sweeter than to have someone with whom you may dare discuss anything as if you were communing with yourself? How could your enjoyment in times of prosperity be so great if you did not have someone whose joy in them would be equal to your own?

Comfort was the author of The Joy of Sex, an illustrated 1972

You fit into me like a hook into an eye a fish hook an open eye

And she finds it difficult to believe—that a person would love her even when she isn't trying. Trying to figure out what other people need, trying to be worthy.

How could I be sleeping with this particular man.... Surely only true love could justify my lack of taste.

If I love you, is that a fact or a weapon?

This is how the girl who couldn't speak and the man who couldn't see fell in love.

Nature is to zoos as God is to churches.

he might die for her, but living for her would be quite different.

We love each other, that's true whatever it means, but we aren't good at it; for some it's a talent, for others only an addiction.

How dare she show herself to be everything he was so annoyed with her for not being?

Love is a discipline, like prayer," I said.

Wedlock: it had a dull metallic sound, like an iron door clicking shut.

I forgave her, of course. I always did; I had to, because there were only the two of us. The two of us on our thorn-encircled island, waiting for rescue; and, on the mainland, everyone else.

But something had shifted, some balance. I felt shrunken, so that when he put his arms around me, gathering me up, I was as small as a doll. I felt love going forward without me.

Her metaphors for her children included barnacles encrusting a ship and limpets clinging to a rock.

If you worked out enough, maybe the man would too. Maybe you would be able to work it out together, as if the two of you were a puzzle that could be solved; otherwise, one of you, most likely the man, taking his addictive body with him and leaving you with bad withdrawal, which you could counteract by exercise. If you didn't work it out it was because one of you had the wrong attitude.

Although he doesn't know it yet, she isn't his real life. But he is hers. This is painful.

I had a boyfriend once who sent me--in a plastic bag, so it wouldn't drip--a real cow's heart with a real arrow stuck through it. As you may divine, he knew I was interested in poetry.