Quotes About Relationship

At the end of May, when the return of summer brought her a renewal of strength, they met face to face for the first time; and from that time Robert Browning was included in the small list of privileged friends who were admitted to visit her in person.

Miss Barrett, for her part, shrank from burdening the life of the man she loved with a responsibility so trying and perhaps so painful, and refused his unchanging devotion for his sake, not for her own.

Well, then, I am getting deeper and deeper into correspondence with Robert Browning, poet and mystic, and we are growing to be the truest of friends.

Earth could have learned a long time ago that securing initial and ongoing consent, rather than attempting to assert hierarchy, is key to a nonconfrontational relationship. Because we're basically primates, we had to wait for a bunch of aliens to come teach us.

Samarkar wondered at what point in a relationship it was appropriate to threaten to break a suitor's kneecaps if he should prove insufficiently respectful of one's friend. The

Earth could have learned a long time ago that securing initial and ongoing consent, rather than attempting to assert hierarchy, is key to a nonconfrontational relationship. Because we're basically primates, we had to wait for a bunch of aliens to come teach us. We'd at least, by then, developed the tech to fix our brains so we could accept emotionally what logic should have showed us.

a friend told me that in a good marriage, nobody wins." Matthew frowned, nibbling his thumbnail, noticing she'd sidestepped his question about the wards quite neatly. "I'm not sure I understand what you mean." "A marriage is a state of dynamic tension. It works as long as nobody gets the upper hand and keeps it." She

It's hard not to like someone who's genuinely interested in you. Or genuinely interested in things, in general.

She's my whole goddamned world.

Good thing for me you're not a murderer." I smiled. "I could learn.

Carel looked at me, stricken. Bound to me, and by more than tangles in my hair.

For all it was the answer he would have expected her to want, it did not seem to satisfy her.

Earth could have learned a long time ago that securing initial and ongoing consent, rather than attempting to assert hierarchy is key to a nonconfrontational relationship.

Such a strange being. Such a strange thing, having a sister. Being a sister. And even stranger to be a sister to such a sister as this.

Silent understanding: all he could give her now.

When Rien brought Perceval into Dust's embrace, she was cold.

I chose to trust, because my hormones were surging, and I was limerent and infatuated, and I wanted with all my heart and soul to believe. In us.

He blinked, his expression the strangest blend of grief and hurt betrayal; Kit saw it with a clarity which made a mockery of the ten feet between them.

I think I'd actually worried her. At least she'd acted concerned. Which was either a glimpse of a softer side of her, or a symptom that the Stockholmification was working. Or maybe just the recognition that she couldn't reach the food without me.

Her dad raised his eyes from the newsfeed and offered her a level, considering look that told her he'd caught the impending request in her voice.

His gratification was a chill stone on her breast.

Oh, Kit. Were you ever priveleged to love where love was not given first elsewhere? Even once?

Leah and I connect, and we have since she was barely old enough to grab my finger and stare deeply into my eyes. There's something about her that reminds me of Nell, come to think of it. Wide-eyed wonder and a whim of carbon steel.

She swallowed uncomfortable dryness at the unprecedented endearment, trying not to remember he'd been as affectionate to Mr. Priest when she was not meant to overhear.