Quotes Tagged "relationships"

Men and women have different dreams.' She lifted her head, looked at him and touched his face. 'And when you put them together, you have a life.' she kissed his mouth

Sure, military combat is scary... but in some ways combat seems a little easier than personal relationships. At least in combat, the enemy is honest enough to claim themselves as such.

There is always at least one person wondering if someone who has never loved them still loves them.

Oftentimes, it is for the better but most of the time, you'll see the product of pain sauntering down the sidewalk, spewing its manifestations to every individual who crosses their path.

Ήθελε να τον ρωτήσει αν θα άντεχε να την κοιτάει έτσι για το υπόλοιπο της ζωής τους ή αν θα κουραζόταν, όταν θα συνειδητοποιούσε ότι ήταν τελικά μια απλή γυναίκα και ότι τα μυστήρια που εντόπιζε ο ίδιος δεν ήταν παρά μια δική του επινόηση. Κοίταξε το ποτάμι, τα δέντρα και έπειτα τη γη στα πόδια της, και σκέφτηκε, ναι, αυτό θα πρέπει σίγουρα να είναι η ανθρώπινη ιστορία. Να ξεφορτώνεσαι και το τελευταίο σου μυστικό στο μυαλό ενός άντρα και να μην ξέρεις αν θα πνιγεί, αν θα ανθίσει ή αν θα χαθεί στο χώμα.

Just like a vocal range, everybody has a feelings range: some people can hit the mood, others are feeling-deaf.

Love is its own reward.

Beautiful things come together one stitch at a time.

Do not assume that someone else’s ego can love you. It cannot. It does not even love the person it resides in. The limit of the ego’s 'love' is to decide that you are a temporary ally and thus it will protect you for the benefit of its own use. Only a soul can accept and return love. Everything else is manipulation. Fragile arrangements. They are, at best, suspicious and, at worst, vicious.

Ouch!: We can't control how pain and suffering enter our lives...we¹re all involved with other people for big chunks of our lives...And because people are complex critters, things get tangled, messy, and uncomfortable far faster and more often than anyone intends.

Love out of freewill is the purest of all. And this freewill means complete freedom, even the freedom to reject.

The more you love someone the more you become vulnerable to getting hurt

Can you imagine being in a place inside of yourself where you genuinely don’t need to be loved? It’s a very quiet place in which your love becomes open, broad, beautiful, and strong.

Our never-ending dread has little bearing on the outside world. That is, unless and until it becomes a self-fulfilling prophecy. Enter enough relationships already certain you will make them fail and you will make some fail. Predict you will drive everyone away and some will be driven away. Inertia. Reticence. Shuffling with heads hung low, avoiding eye contact, always apologizing, seeking reassurance but no amount is ever enough. To others, these habits of ours are exhausting and boring. Life with us is lots of work, Loving those who hate themselves is like swimming upstream: often more trouble than it is worth.

From a distance, every relationship is similar—an old story with a new face. But if you know how to really look at things—you’ll see that every man is the first man—and every place is Eden.

But it seems logical... a man and a woman have to be somewhat equal... as in, one of them can’t always be swooping in and saving the other one. They have to save each other equally. .... I can’t always be Lois Lane,” I insisted. “ I want to be Superman, too.

First coming aboard, a new arrival makes a cautious survey of the crew, trying to winnow the affable and good-natured from the surly and truculent. Some of the crewmen will seem easygoing, happy-go-lucky, good-fellows-all; others may appear to be reserved or even aloof. Yet I found that at the end of a voyage these aloof ones were often the persons whom I grew to like and respect the most, while those who seemed so agreeable turned out to be rascals.

When my skin had gone back to its even tone I slept with another man and discovered, my hands lying awkwardly on the sheet at either side of me, that I had forgotten what to do with them. I'm responsible and an adult again, full time. What remains is that my sensation thermostat has been thrown out of whack; it's been years and sometimes I wonder whether my body will ever again register above lukewarm.

Many a woman secretly has a crush on a man who secretly has a crush on her man.

When you were dealing with a person separated from everybody by an invisible thick glass wall - like a bubble where he didn't let anybody in - every little thing mattered.