#relations

I mean, the trouble with some of the kind of relationship movies I've done, is there's only so many ways you can shoot a conversation. I was really tired of talking heads. ↗

— Lawrence Kasdan

#done #heads #i #kind #many

I have a fantastic relationship with money. I use it to buy my freedom. ↗

— Gianni Versace

#fantastic #freedom #i #money #relationship

I learnt a whole lot from my mother. About music, relationships, being a good person, loving people, the whole of life. I learnt about everything from her. Every single day I think about her. All through the day. ↗

— R. Kelly

#being #day #every #every single day #everything

The seminaries must be like the churches' poor relations, prolonging their existence with austerity. ↗

— Abraham Kuyper

#churches #existence #like #must #poor

If your best friend has stolen your girlfriend, it does become life and death. ↗

— Ben Kingsley

#become #best #best friend #death #does

Friends are God's apology for relations. ↗

— Hugh Kingsmill

#friends #god #relations

On-screen relationships are the best because you don't have to worry about saying the wrong things. And if the guy's got a girlfriend, or I'm not attracted to him, it's even better. It's just my character kissing his character. ↗

— Alicia Witt

#attracted #because #best #better #character

Kiss me hot,heavy,wet & angry with that attitude like you do when your mouth yells it hates me but your tongue screams it can’t wait for me. Hug me, touch me, submit to me with that insatiable passion like you do when you thought you could leave but the sight of my throbbing rock hard love muscle made you too weak in the knees. Your mind is melting fast, your soul is whispering trust, your eyes are begging please and your anger has turned to lust. Let me undress your body, caress your skin and wetly massage your mind back into making love to me again. I’d rather say I’m sorry and keep my best friend than have this come to an end. Be encouraged but more importantly…be lethal with your make up love. ↗

— Kerry E. Wagner

#book-clubs #books #erotic-literature #erotica-romance #love

Edward Lasco was on the screened porch of his rented house in a comfortable but not elegant older section of the town where he'd lived for the past fifteen years when his wife, Elise, who six months before had left him and moved to a nearby city to work in a psychiatric hospital, came around the side of the house and stood beside the screen looking in. She had on a business outfit—natural linen suit, knee-high boots, dark glasses with at least three distinguishable colors tiered top to bottom in the lenses—and she carried a slick briefcase, thin and shiny. Her hair was shorter than he'd seen it, styled in a peculiar way so that it seemed it spots to jerk away from her head, to say, "I'm hair, boy, and you'd better believe it." Edward had come outside with a one-pint carton of skim milk and a ninety-nine-cookie package of Oreos and a just-received issue of InfoWorld, and he was entirely content with the prospect of eating his cookies and drinking his milk and reading his magazine, but when he saw Elise he was filled with a sudden, very unpleasant sense that he didn't want to see her. It'd been a good two and a half months since he'd talked to her, and there she was looking like an earnest TV art director's version of the modern businesswoman; it made him feel that his life was fucked, and this was before she'd said a word. ↗

— Frederick Barthelme

#art

People talk a lot but they rarely say anything. ↗

— Sandra Chami Kassis

#people #philosophy #relationships #talking #wisdom