#relations

Let me be clear: I don’t want to make love to a mannequin—I want to make love like a mannequin. Oh, if only I were that animated in bed.
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— Dark Jar Tin Zoo

#bed #clarity #funny #humor #life

But even then I knew how it was going to be, I could feel the coming silence in the long, poisonous pauses that expanded as the night progressed. ↗

— Sue Miller

#relationships #silence #sue-miller #while-i-was-gone #anger

I’m sorry but I will manage my anger when you manage your childishness. ↗

— Nina Ardianti

#relationship #anger

As we embrace the mystery of love, we see that it contains not an absence of error, but the presence of grace. It contains not the absence of anger or pain, but the presence of forgiveness and healing. Not the absence of disharmony or confusion, but the presence of peace and clarity. To make a home into a sanctuary, we must be willing to make room in our hearts for one another's limitations, as well as our gifts. For it is here in this sacred space of the home and family, so brimming with life, so full of every emotion available to our hearts, that we learn what it means to love within all the nuances of an intimate relationship. ↗

— Shea Darian

#children #family #forgiveness #home #love

In the long history of male and female relations all the way back to the Garden, I can't think of one in which a woman's anger ever won over a man. ↗

— Marie Arana

#anger

You're great but you're not there when I go to bed at night or get up in the morning. You don't make me a cup of tea after a hard day at work, or rub my back in the bath. I'm sick of being lonely. Is that so wrong?  ↗

— Eleanor Prescott

#relationships #art

When God knows you're ready for the responsibility of commitment, He'll reveal the right person under the right circumstances. ↗

— Joshua Harris

#relationships #attitude

Every now and then, I’d meet a guy and think that we were getting along great, and suddenly I’d stop hearing from him. Not only did he stop calling, but if I happened to bump into him sometime later he always acted like I had the plague. I didn’t understand it. I still don’t. And it bothered me. It hurt me. With time, it got harder and harder to keep blaming the guys, and I eventually came to the conclusion that there was something wrong with me. That maybe I was simply meant to live my life alone. ↗

— Nicholas Sparks

#reality #relationships #life

He knew me in all the ways that truly mattered: the shape of my fears, the contours of my dreams. ↗

— Justina Chen

#relationships #beauty

So that’s how we live our lives. No matter how deep and fatal the loss, no matter how important the thing that's stolen from us - that's snatched right out of our hands - even if we are left completely changed, with only the outer layer of skin from before, we continue to play out our lives this way, in silence. We draw ever nearer to the end of our allotted span of time, bidding it farewell as it trails off behind. Repeating, often adroitly, the endless deeds of the everyday. Leaving behind a feeling of insurmountable emptiness... Maybe, in some distant place, everything is already, quietly, lost. Or at least there exists a silent place where everything can disappear, melting together in a single, overlapping figure. And as we live our lives we discover - drawing toward us the thin threads attached to each - what has been lost. I closed my eyes and tried to bring to mind as many beautiful lost things as I could. Drawing them closer, holding on to them. Knowing all the while that their lives are fleeting. ↗

— Haruki Murakami

#loss #love #relationships #beauty