Relationships and Family

A correct answer is like an affectionate kiss.

it is always the false ones that look the most real, the most brilliant.

Compassion for our parents is the true sign of maturity.

When men and women pick one another up for just a bit of fun, they find they’ve picked up more than they bargained for, because men and women have a top story as well as a ground floor, and you can’t have the one without the other.

The allurement that women hold out to men is precisely the allurement that Cape Hatteras holds out to sailors: they are enormously dangerous and hence enormously fascinating.

Love lights more fires than hate extinguishes.

I hated her now with a hatred more fatal than indifference because it was the other side of love.

Love that is ignorant and hatred have almost the same ends.

If we judge of love by its usual effects, it resembles hatred more than friendship.

Hatred is blind, as well as love.

Happiness is the china shop; love is the bull.

Love is like an hourglass, with the heart filling up as the brain empties.

All love that has not friendship for its base, Is like a mansion built upon the sand.

Love . . . dies because we don’t know how to replenish its source, it dies of blindness and errors and betrayals. It dies of illnesses and wounds, it dies of weariness, of witherings, of tarnishings, but never a natural death. Every lover should be brought to trial as the murderer of his own love.

Love . . . dies because we don’t know how to replenish its source, it dies of blindness and errors and betrayals. It dies of illnesses and wounds, it dies of weariness, of witherings, of tarnishings, but never a natural death. Every lover should be brought to trial as the murderer of his own love.

Love . . . dies because we don’t know how to replenish its source, it dies of blindness and errors and betrayals. It dies of illnesses and wounds, it dies of weariness, of witherings, of tarnishings, but never a natural death. Every lover should be brought to trial as the murderer of his own love.

Love must be as much a light as a flame.

I never knew how much like heaven this world could be, when two people love and live for one another!

Life is like a beautiful flirt, whom we love and to whom, finally, we grant every condition she imposes as long as she doesn’t leave us.

A family library is a breeding-place for character.

Lips that taste of tears, they say Are the best for kissing.

Jealousy is always born with love but does not always die with it.

Jealousy in romance is like salt in food. A little can enhance the savor, but too much can spoil the pleasure and, under certain circumstances, can be life-threatening.

Of all crimes that human creatures are capable of committing, the most horrid and unnatural is ingratitude, especially when it is committed against parents.