Quotes About Relationship

He glanced at her. "You were the moon of my existence; your moods dictated the tides of my heart." The tides of her own heart surged at his words, even though his words were nothing but lies.

No matter what you decide, knowing you has been the greatest privilege of my life.

He'd gone into their marriage determined that she would never be alone again. In the end, she'd made him as alone in the world as she.

A reflection of their story: imperfect, but to him the most beautiful of stories.

Perhaps you forgave him too much, but who among us would not wish to be so generously loved and generously forgiven?

So . . . I don't trust you and you don't understand me." He laughed despite himself. "No wonder we get along so well.

There was no such thing as a marriage with one happy spouse. Both must be or neither.

I always think I cannot love you more if I tried, but I always do.

How can you help? If you will only . . ." He stopped. He had been trying, with no apparent success, to bridge the chasm between them. But that was not all he wanted, was it? No, he was far more ambitious than even he had realized. He wanted her to . . . "Fall in love with me." He heard, loud and clear, the words the truth serum compelled from him. "If you loved me, everything would be so much easier.

For a journey like theirs, Love was the only thing that would make him strong enough.

If all I have to do is remain awake to be considered romantic, than I can promise you a great deal of romance in our marriage.

So he thought of her often: when he could not sleep, when he was too tired to think of anything else, when he dreaded going home after weeks upon weeks wishing for quiet and solitude. All she had to do was lay a hand on his arm, her touch warm with understanding and care, and he would be all right, his cynicism soothed, his loneliness subdued, his nightmares forgotten.

There was an intimate connection between them, as if they'd known each other always. They were not strangers; they'd merely never met before.

The accompanying note from her younger sister, on the other hand, said next to nothing. Lord Ingram stared at it. How should he interpret this apparent coolness on Holmes's part? She'd long been open in her desire to take him as her lover.Now that it had happened, were two forays to his bed enough? Were his days of being propositioned by Holmes over? And what would he do if that was the case?

In the classic children's story The Velveteen Rabbit, a stuffed animal becomes "real" because of a child's love. Tamagotchis do not wait passively but demand attention and claim that without it they will not survive. With this aggressive demand for care, the question of biological aliveness almost falls away. We love what we nurture; if a Tamagotchi makes you love it, and you feel it loves you in return, it is alive enough to be a creature.

people teaches children how to be in a relationship, beginning with the ability to have a conversation.

The first thing missing if you take a robot as a companion is alterity, the ability to see the world through the eyes of another.5 Without alterity, there can be no empathy.

It used to be that we imagined our mobile phones were there so that we could talk to each other. Now we want our mobile phones to talk to us.

I send you an idea and you comment on it and send it back is a different process than us talking about an idea together. You lose the better idea that comes out of the exchange. . . . We underestimate how much we learn and read and take in of each other's breathing and body language and presence in a space. . . . Technology filters things out. . . . Breathing the same air matters.

Again, there is psychological risk in the robotic moment. Logan's comment about talking with the AIBO to "get thoughts out" suggests using technology to know oneself better. But it also suggests a fantasy in which we cheapen the notion of companionship to a baseline of "interacting with something." We reduce relationship and come to see this reduction as the norm.

But in creative conversations, in conversations in which people get to really know each other, you usually have to tolerate a bit of boredom.

We go from curiosity to a search for communion.

I thought things were fine between us." "Of course you did. You're a man, aren't you?

It might be nice to have my own place if I should have a gentleman caller