Quotes About Connection

When he finished cleaning my open wounds, he found a jar of salve and began rubbing it into the rough parts of my skin. I sort of got lost in the feel of his hands massaging mine.

Aren't we all alone?" I asked with a rueful smile. "Yes. I think in the end, we all are, no matter what the songs and happy stories say. I guess it's just a matter of who we choose to be alone with." "That's why I come here, you know. To be alone with other people. There's isolation in a crowd. You're hidden. Safe.

Adrian." I laid my hand over his an felt a warm spark of connection. He jerkedd his head toward me in astonishment. "Nothing he said could change what I think of you. I've had my mind made up about you for a longe time... and it's all good." Adrian looked away form me and down to where my hand covered his. I blushed and pulled away. "Sorry." I'd probably freaked him out. He glanced back up at me. "Best thing that's happened to me all day. Let's hit the road.

For a moment, all I could think of was my cousin Peter. He was twice my age—and married. By the rules of decent, he would be the one to inherit the Rothford title if I died without children. Whenever he was in town, he'd stop by and ask how I was feeling

And I know this sounds like another bullshit breakup line, but I really would like to be your friend.

I brushed a kiss over her lips and then studied her face, finally daring to believe that this beautiful, brave woman was really my wife.

I loved her for her beautiful soul and desired her for her beautiful body.

I needed no physical object to remind me of his love. I already carried it in my heart, and it would be enough to get through this.

I'm addicted to you.

He pressed his cheek to my forehead. "I don't know," he said. "I think you're my strength.

Oh, man. This is my dream come true: having an 'I love you more' debate.

I didn't care that we were out in public. I didn't care that he was Moroi. All that mattered was that he was Adrian, my Adrian. My match. My partner in crime.

It's not goodbye, little dhampir. I'll see you in your dreams.

I'm not dangerous," I breathed. He brought his face toward mine. "You are to me.

Good Lord. It really was déjà vu. Everyone wanted to talk to me in my sleep.

Normal people let relationships fill their homes.

The love Adrian and I shared was powerful, and I knew it would sustain us for the rest of our lives, no matter what was to come.

Do you think I'm pretty?" He regarded me with utter seriousness, like he always did. "I think you're beautiful." "Beautiful?" "You are so beautiful, it hurts me sometimes.

What does salmon have to do with the Warriors?" I asked. Sydney shot me a wry look. "Psalms, not salon. And I don't know the connection.

Blood is family. Blood is pain. Blood is death.

Where's the heart?" - Dimitri Belikov

Adrian met my eyes for a long moment, saying nothing aloud yet somehow conveying a million messages.

You did not just say that. I have a feeling we're on the verge of hugging and coming up with cute nicknames for each other." He was trying to look disgusted at my sentiment, but I could tell he liked being told that Lissa cared about him.

My love for Sydney burned just as strongly. Life was good.