Fidelity Quotes

“Just how many fully-fledged members do you have in this club?”
“No members, just passengers in my wild youth.” He bracketed her head with his arms and grinned down at her pouting expression. “Jealous, sweetheart?”
“Do I have a cause to be jealous?” She cupped his chin.
“Never.” He kissed the tip of her nose. “There is one thing I am religious about—I never cheat.” His expression turned from playful to serious. “You should know something. My dad used to tell me, ‘Respect women, Domenico.’” He did his best imitation of his father’s baritone. “Make sure you treat them well. Cheating is a despicable act. Always put your mother or your female relatives in place of the woman you cheat on and imagine how hurt they would feel.’ It affected me to the point of imbibing it as a rule.”
― Nat Chelloni, A Favor For a Favor

“Finding love is not that difficult. The real question is how long will it last? One night? Six months? A decade or a lifetime?”
― Wayne Gerard Trotman

“One man told me, "On a good day, when things are going well, I am committed to my wife. On a day when things are just okay, I am committed to my marriage. And on a day when thing's aren't so great, I satisfy myself by being committed to my commitment.”
― Shirley P. Glass, Not "Just Friends": Rebuilding Trust and Recovering Your Sanity After Infidelity

“If desire were really one to one, self to self, there would never be a problem of infidelity, but desire will always, without confusion, demand a particular class, Caring for a unique object is an illusion, but the feeling must be unique, and though that feeling may not be natural, it is duty. You must love your neighbour like yourself, uniquely. From the personal point of view, sexual desire, because of its impersonal and unchanging character, is a comic contradiction. The relation between every pair of lovers is unique, but in bet they can only do what all mammals do. All the relation in friendship a relationship of spirit, can be unique. In sexual relationship love the only uniqueness can be fidelity.”
― W.H. Auden, Lectures on Shakespeare

“The third feature which is of importance for romantic subjectivity within its mundane sphere is fidelity. Yet by ‘fidelity’ we have here to understand neither the consistent adherence to an avowal of love once given nor the firmness of friendship of which, amongst the Greeks, Achilles and Patroclus, and still more intimately, Orestes and Pylades counted as the finest model. Friendship in this sense of the word has youth especially for its basis and period. Every man has to make his way through life for himself and to gain and maintain an actual position for himself. Now when individuals still live in actual relationships which are indefinite on both sides, this is the period, i.e. youth, in which individuals become intimate and are so closely bound into one disposition, will, and activity that, as a result, every undertaking of the one becomes the undertaking of the other. In the friendship of adults this is no longer the case. A man’s affairs go their own way independently and cannot be carried into effect in that firm community of mutual effort in which one man cannot achieve anything without someone else. Men find others and separate themselves from them again; their interests and occupations drift apart and are united again; friendship, spiritual depth of disposition, principles, and general trends of life remain, but this is not the friendship of youth, in the case of which no one decides anything or sets to work on anything without its immediately becoming the concern of his friend. It is inherent essentially in the principle of our deeper life that, on the whole, every man fends for himself, i.e. is himself competent to take his place in the world. Fidelity in friendship and love subsists only between equals.”
― hegel

“...Mother had always advised against sharing domestic troubles outside the family. They would only return as unwelcome rumor. But I trusted Eleanor, so when we stopped to admire the waves crashing and the cry of the seagulls, I spoke of the changes in my marriage, hoping for some insight to my dilemma.
'My dear,' Eleanor said, 'you can't expect a marriage to remain as it is in the beginning. If your souls continued to burn for each other in that way, you would be cinders.'
'Then what is the point? Why do we marry for life, only to see love fade away?'
'Ah, but true love doesn't fade away. It changes, deepens. It seems to disappear at times, only to come back in a different way. Think of early love like a wave in the ocean, building and building until it tumbles from its own height. Then the calm, the drawing back, only to swell and crash again. When you get past the breakers, you don't feel the crash, but the water is still lifting and falling in life's rhythm.'
...I adjusted my hat to better shield my eyes from the blinding sun. 'It seems I pushed through the breakers only to find my husband wasn't with me on the other side.'
'Then you must swim until you find him.' Eleanor kicked seaweed from the path of sandpipers, skittering from approaching foam. 'Don't be tempted back into the breakers, seeking another for the journey. You may find the ocean spits you back out.”
― Tracey Enerson Wood, The Engineer's Wife

“Where there is real love, understanding, and patience, hardship is temporary.”
― Liz Faublas, You Have a Superpower: Mindi Pi Meets Ezekiel and Chiara: "We Don't Understand Racism"

“Pride yourself on the fact that if gallantry, generosity, and fidelity disappeared from the world, they could be found in you.”
― Baltasar Gracián, The Art of Worldly Wisdom: A Pocket Oracle

“We have rules. Full disclosure, for one thing. And we're in bed with each other at the end of the day. Our commitment is for life, and we save our hearts for each other. That way we can have play AND permanency. If monogamy becomes more important than fidelity, you're bound to get hurt. It's all the lying that clobbers you, not the sex.”
― Armistead Maupin, Mary Ann in Autumn

“शादी का खलिहान
लड़की मुस्कुराई और बोली: यह सोना
क्या है अंगूठी का रहस्य,
इस अंगूठी का रहस्य ट्रंक है
मैं अपनी उंगली पर बैठा था,
इस अंगूठी का रहस्य
शर्मीली और इतनी प्यारी क्या है?
युवक बहुत हैरान हुआ और बोला:
यह अंगूठी भाग्यशाली है, जीवन की अंगूठी है।

सभी ने कहा: बधाई हो और अच्छा हो!
लड़की ने कहा: काश!
मुझे अभी भी संदेह है कि यह उंगली का कारण है।

कई साल बीत गए, और एक और रात
जल्दी में एक महिला ने सोने की अंगूठी देखी
और उनके खूबसूरत डिजाइन में देखा
पति की वफादारी की उम्मीद में खोए दिन,
दिन के बाद दिन पूरी तरह से बर्बाद हो गया

महिला ने फूट-फूट कर रोई:
ओह, यह अंगूठी है
अभी भी अस्थिर और अस्थिर
यह दासता और बंधन है।”
― Forough Farrokhzad, Another Birth: Selected Poems

“திருமண கொட்டகை
பெண் சிரித்துக்கொண்டே சொன்னாள்: இதை தூங்கு
வளையத்தின் ரகசியம் என்ன,
இந்த வளையத்தின் ரகசியம் தண்டு
நான் என் விரலில் உட்கார்ந்திருந்தேன்,
இந்த வளையத்தின் ரகசியம்
வெட்கப்படுதல் மற்றும் மிகவும் இனிமையானது என்ன?
அந்த இளைஞன் மிகவும் ஆச்சரியப்பட்டு சொன்னான்:
இந்த மோதிரம் அதிர்ஷ்டமானது, வாழ்க்கையின் வளையம்.

எல்லோரும் சொன்னார்கள்: வாழ்த்துக்கள் மற்றும் நன்றாக இருங்கள்!
சிறுமி சொன்னாள்: ஆசை!
விரலுக்கு இதுவே காரணம் என்று நான் இன்னும் சந்தேகிக்கிறேன்.

பல ஆண்டுகள் கடந்துவிட்டன, இன்னும் ஒரு இரவு
ஒரு பெண் அவசரமாக ஒரு தங்க மோதிரத்தைக் கண்டாள்
மற்றும் அவர்களின் அழகான வடிவமைப்பில் காணப்படுகிறது
கணவரின் விசுவாசத்தின் நம்பிக்கையில் நம்பிக்கையை இழந்து,
நாளுக்கு நாள் முற்றிலும் பாழடைந்தது

அந்தப் பெண் அழுதார்:
ஓ, இந்த மோதிரம்
இன்னும் நிலையற்ற மற்றும் நிலையற்ற
இது அடிமைத்தனமும் அடிமைத்தனமும் ஆகும்.”
― Forough Farrokhzad, Sin: Selected Poems of Forugh Farrokhzad

“Istinska se prijevara događa u srcu, i nju srce nepogrešivo prepoznaje. ~ iz knjige ''Otpovijed ˗ vodič za ljubavne lutalice”
― Stanka Gjurić, Otpovijed 2

“To him who is afflicted, kindness should be shown by his friend, Even though he forsakes the fear of the Almighty.”
― Anonymous, Holy Bible: The New King James Version

“My dear boy, the people who love only once in their lives are really the shallow people. What they call their loyalty, and their fidelity, I call either the lethargy of custom or their lack of imagination. Faithfulness is to the emotional life what consistency is to the life of the intellect — simply a confession of failure. Faithfulness! I must analyse it some day. The passion for property is in it. There are many things that we would throw away if we were not afraid that others might pick them up.”
― Oscar Wilde, The Picture of Dorian Gray

“Everyone knows that the people in the marriage are the ones responsible for the marriage, everyone except married people...”
― Caroline Kepnes, You Love Me

“Let innocence, the god´s loveliest gift, chose me for her own; Never may the dread Cyprian craze my heart to leave old love for new, sending to assault me angry disputes and feuds unending;”
― Euripides, Medea and Other Plays

“If love in society is to represent a better one, it cannot do so as a peaceful enclave, but only by conscious opposition. This, however, demands precisely the element of voluntariness that the bourgeois, for whom love can never be natural enough, forbid it. Loving means not letting immediacy wither under the omnipresent weight of mediation and economics, and in such fidelity it becomes itself mediated, as a stubborn counter-pressure. He alone loves who has the strength to hold fast to love.”
― Theodor W. Adorno, Minima Moralia: Reflections on a Damaged Life

“Fidelity is often just a lack of options.”
― Natașa Alina Culea, Lupii trecutului

“You would have been crazy for my ex-husband," Gwen told her once, as Willie Mae pulled the straightening comb, sizzling with grease.

"Is he still available?"

Mother chuckled and took a drag from her cigarette, catching the smoke with a damp towel. "He was available the whole time I was married to him.”
― Tayari Jones, Silver Sparrow

“When the song was ended, he struck the rail he leaned upon a sharp blow with his open hand. There swept over him a feeling that he had stood precisely where he stood now, on such a night, a thousand years ago, had heard that voice and that song, had listened and been moved by the song, and the night, just as he was moved now.

He had long known himself for a sentimentalist; he had almost given up trying to cure himself. And he knew himself for a born lover; he had always been in love with some one. In his earlier youth his affections had been so constantly inconstant that he finally came to settle with his self-respect by recognizing in himself a fine constancy that worshipped one woman always — it was only the shifting image of her that changed! Somewhere (he dreamed, whimsically indulgent of the fancy; yet mocking himself for it) there was a girl whom he had never seen, who waited till he should come. She was Everything. Until he found her, he could not help adoring others who possessed little pieces and suggestions of her — her brilliancy, her courage, her short upper lip, “like a curled roseleaf,” or her dear voice, or her pure profile. He had no recollection of any lady who had quite her eyes.”
― Booth Tarkington, The Gentleman From Indiana

“Not that I would describe fidelity as an exclusive contract, but rather a mutual devotion within shared assumptions.
[...] She was greatly distressed, clearly more distressed than my condition warranted, and explained to me that when she was called and told of my accident she had been on the point of going to bed with a friend of mine. She left without a word to come to my side. That is what I mean by fidelity: putting love before pleasure.”
― Romain Gary, Au-delà de cette limite votre ticket n'est plus valable

“We are the Good Guys. It is our job to set the example.”
― Donald B. Purkerson

“We are all tempted by our desires; this is part of our nature. However, what sets us apart from other creatures is our ability to reflect on the consequences of our acts, and to resist the daily temptations which risk hurting others.
(Article "Fidelity in Marriage" 2015)”
― Ali Anthony Bell

“Love is not in the ring. Love is in the heart.”
― Michael Bassey Johnson, The Infinity Sign

“This absurd jealousy, grounded as it was in mere hypotheses, proved that he considered her fidelity an unconditional postulate of their relationship. How then could he begrudge her her jealousy of his very real mistresses?”
― Milan Kundera, The Unbearable Lightness of Being

“Fears about his fidelity were ridiculous, according to Henry 'There never was a purer...affection than what I profess for you,' he wrote. He was 'indifferent indeed to all the rest of your sex.”
― Nancy Rubin Stuart, Defiant Brides: The Untold Story of Two Revolutionary-Era Women and the Radical Men They Married

“People will either do what is right, or what suits them. The two concepts are often mutually exclusive. One is selfless, the other, typically, is self-serving.”
― Liz Faublas, You Have a Superpower: Mindi Pi Meets Ava "Why Can't I Go Outside"

“fidelity deserved pride of place among the virtues: fidelity gave a unity to lives that would otherwise splinter into thousands of split-second impressions.”
― Milan Kundera, The Unbearable Lightness of Being

“There is something about sibling love that is greatly overlooked due to the talk of sibling rivalry, a phenomenon characterized by competition, jealousy and fighting between brothers, between sisters, and even between a brother and a sister. An older sibling’s love for the younger sibling starts when the younger brother or sister is in the crib. That love evolves into a rivalry that can be silent or overt as the siblings grow older. But do not be mistaken by all the appearances. The older sibling subconsciously retains his or her protective instinct whenever the younger sibling pursues a dangerous path in life, just like in the old days when the younger sibling was a helpless baby and the older sibling assumed the role of a protector even without being asked to. It is that protective instinct of the older sibling that eventually overcomes his misgivings about the ways of his younger sibling.”
― Janvier Chouteu-Chando, The Girl on the Trail

“It was a strange thing, really, seeing my boyfriend's naked ass thrusting between widespread thighs. Was that what he looked like when he was on top of me? Because I had to say he appeared rather ridiculous, pumping away like an unhinged bunny. Then again, I'd never liked that particular method of his; I'd rarely orgasmed when pounded like a piece of meat. His partner, however, didn't seem to have that problem. Either she was faking it, or she loved it. But her rather enthusiastic squeaks of delight cut short as she caught sight of me, and all the color drained from her face.
Sadly, it took Greg a bit longer to realize she'd frozen beneath him; Greg always was a bit of a selfish lover. When he finally noticed, he was as smooth as ever, observing me from over his sweaty shoulder without making a move to get off the woman.
Silence fell like a hammer. Or maybe an ax. Why not? An ax could sever more than one thing today. Greg swallowed twice, his gaze darting over me, like he couldn't quite believe I was there. In my own home.
His voice was somewhat shaky when he finally spoke. "You're early."
So many things to say. Scream, maybe? Cry? But I was numb. Completely numb. So I said the only thing I could. "Funny, I think I arrived just in time.”
― Kristen Callihan, Make It Sweet