Quotes About Relationship

The most damnable thing had happened," he said suddenly in his light husky voice without looking at her. "I have fallen in love with you and I don't know what to do about it.

We talked and talked and talked. Maybe love comes in at the eyes, but not nearly as much as it comes in at the ears, at least in my experience. As we talked, lights flicked on inside my head; by the end of the night I was a planterium.

You know what I mean. That moment in a relationship in which, at the same time you discover you've been floating in air for 5 and 1/2 weeks you also discover that your feet have dropped a little closer to earth.

The million-dollar marital Band-Aid, never a wise idea.

When it was daylight, we'd been sitting on a stoop watching the street get light. She mentioned the light took eight minutes to leave the sun and reach us. You couldn't help but love that light traveling so far through the loneliest of spaces to get here, to come so far. It was like we were the only two people in the world.

It was true. After our divorce, I'd ended up in a slight relationship with my last research assistant, Aurelia Feinstein, age 34-though let me state for the record it was not as hot as it sounded. Making love to Aurelia was like rummaging through a card catalog in a deserted library, searching for one very obscure little red entry on Hungarian poetry. It was dead silent, no one gave me any dierection, and nothing was where it was supposed to be.

A wife sets the ambience of a man's life.

He needed me because he wanted to cling to God now. God, the boring relative everyone ignores—no one calls, no one writes—until they need a serious favor." He

We were not in the same social class but at least we were at the same bed.

In retrospect, I can see that I had always known that it wouldn't between us. But after my pitiful love story in Vienna, I needed to believe in someone again...

cuando entré en su habitación estaba llorando... No pertenecíamos a la misma clase social, pero al menos estabamos en la misma cama

Chouka era muy divertida. Por desgracia, cuando dos años más tarde se casó, su esposo le prohibió verme. Para él, yo era una persona amoral

Marriage, it's like roulette: Sometimes one wins, often one loses. Even if you're very in love, it can still go bad.

When I went back to her room she was crying. We were not in the same social class but at least we were in the same bed.

In an interdependent, relational, contextual world, our praying constitutes a dance with God that makes a difference to what God can do in the world. For God works with the world as it is to lead it to what it can be. And prayer changes the way the world is, and therefore changes what is yet possible in the world.

she'd had to play along, to pretend—convincingly—sympathy and even amity.

We cannot live only for ourselves. A thousand fibers connect us with our fellow men; and among those fibers, as sympathetic threads. our actions run as causes, and they come back to us as effects.

Can we say anything further about what discipling is? I've said it's helping others follow Jesus. It's doing them spiritual good. But to fill all that out, discipling is initiating a relationship in which you teach, correct, model, and love. It takes great humility.

Intimacy, says the phenomenologist Gaston Bachelard, is the highest value. I resist this statement at first. What about artistic achievement, or moral courage, or heroism, or altruistic acts, or work in the cause of social change? What about wealth or accomplishment? And yet something about it rings true, finally—that what we want is to be brought into relationship, to be inside, within. Perhaps it's true that nothing matters more to us than that.

Being in grief, it turns out, is not unlike being in love. In both states, the imagination's entirely occupied with one person. The beloved dwells at the heart of the world, and becomes a Rome: the roads of feeling all lead to him, all proceed from him. Everything that touches us seems to relate back to that center: there is no other emotional life, no place outside the universe of feeling centered on its pivotal figure.

I came to the conclusion that the cure for a lot of my moodiness was having more frequent sex with my wife.

If you're a Christian, then you're on God's predestined path to relationship with him. God has chosen to know you, love you, seek you, forgive you, embrace you, and befriend you!

We want to state this carefully: a spouse who is evil, distant, cruel, unloving, or abusive should not use this information to demand more sex from his wife without first dealing with his sin.

Back in high school, once she suspected that I was probably not a Christian, she did not break up with me as she should have.