Relations Quotes - Page 2

#1425: When you really like someone, tell them. Sometimes you only get one chance.

I wish everybody would go back into the closet.

Our concern is not how to worship in the catacombs but how to remain human in the skyscrapers.

Acquaintance n: a person whom we know well enough to borrow from but not well enough to lend to.

When words lose the value... nothing is left!

The journey of life is much about connections! One thing connects with another to bring another thing! When things get connected well, things work well! The right connections between all the things we do during the day show what we did with our lives at the end of the day and how we lived our entire days on earth to leave worthy and indelible footprints or an otherwise footprint! Mind your connections!

Real relations are not what we make. It's what time makes.

There is non who is unfriendly, even the person we may regard as unfriendly has a friend. Our mind is the only limitation and barrier to people

I regard the Klan, the Anglo-Saxon clubs and White American societies, as far as the Negro is concerned, as better friends of the race than all other groups of hypocritical whites put together.

Let's accept it that we remember people only when we have some work and only our Mother‬ remembers us and calls us for no reason, just to know how we are doing!

If only there were evil people somewhere insidiously committing evil deeds and it were necessary only to separate them from the rest of us and destroy them. But the line dividing good and evil cuts through the heart of every human being. And who is willing to destroy a piece of his own heart?

For youth, sexual love is whim; for the aged, luxury.

Without feeling so close, so connected, so comfortable to a person for what I have sex.

Diplomacy is the art of saying "nice doggie" until you can find a rock.

When you meet anyone in the flesh you realize immediately that he is a human being and not a sort of caricature embodying certain ideas. It is partly for this reason that I don't mix much in literary circles because I know from experience that once I have met and spoken to anyone I shall never again be able to feel any intellectual brutality towards him even when I feel I ought to - like the Labour M.P.s who get patted on the back by dukes and are lost forever more.

The only relationship where you’ll never have your heart broken is the relationship between you and Allah.

Each of us keeps battened down inside himself a sort of lunatic giant -impossible socially but full-scale. It's the knockings and batterings we sometimes hear in each other that keep our intercourse from utter banality.

A modest man is usually admired - if people ever hear of him.

Excessive praise arises from the same bigotry matrix as excessive criticism.

A hundred times every day I remind myself that my inner and outer life depend on the labours of other men living and dead and that I must exert myself in order to give in the same measure as I have received.

The go-between wears out a thousand sandals.

Almost everybody we get together with about a matter, even if it is of the highest importance, is incompetent.

Outside among your fellows among strangers you must preserve appearances 100 things you cannot do but inside the terrible freedom!

We start a relationship with someone not only because of how great they are but how great they make us feel. And because they have granted us this extraordinary gift—a chance to experience love, joy, compassion, and security —it is our exclusive privilege to make them feel wonderful about themselves, especially during days when they, themselves, don't feel so wonderful.

Most of the men had simple souls. They could relate facts, but they said very little about what they dimly felt.

I've written you sixty-seven love poems.Here’s another one for you.But really, for me.These poems are the candles that I light with the fire you have ignited in me.I place this candle here and another thereso even if the stars have argued with the moonand are sulking away in a corner, you can still find your way to me.Sixty-eight poems now. What does the future hold for us?Joy? Disappointment? Gentle caresses? And subtle neglect?I hope the good is more than the bad. Much more. For what is the point of loveif by lighting these candlesour own flame loses its brightness?I know the good is more than the bad. Much more.I cannot wait to write you sixty-nine.

Expectation and disappointment are far from friends but they are close relations.

Women writers make for rewarding (and efficient) lovers. They are clever liars to fathers and husbands; yet they never hold their tongues too long, nor keep ardent typing fingers still.

The opinions which we hold of one another our relations with friends and kinsfolk are in no sense permanent save in appearance but are as eternally fluid as the sea itself.

It is in vain to hope to please all alike. Let a man stand with his face in what direction he will he must necessarily turn his back on one half of the world.

Only the person who has faith in himself is able to be faithful to others.

Make yourself necessary to somebody.

When the man is at home his standing in society is well known and quietly taken but when he is abroad it is problematical and is dependent on the success of his manners.

Human beings are very unpredictable in relations and there are no written agreements... Unlike in business transactions...

One kind word can warm three winter months.

We judge us by our names.

At bottom the world isn't a joke. We only joke about it to avoid an issue with someone to let someone know that we know he's there with his questions to disarm him by seeming to have heard and done justice to his side of the standing argument.