Quotes About Connection

Sydney and I love each other. That's all that matters.

Invisible ice on the stairs," I told Adrian. "I know I'm not supposed to say this," he said. "But I think I love you more than ever.

but I realized the place didn't matter. The person did. With someone you loved, you could be anywhere, and it would be incredible. Being in the most luxurious bed in the world wouldn't matter if you were with someone you didn't love. - Rose Hathaway

Is it terrible? Being cut off from spirit's high?" "No, because being with you is a greater high than spirit, drinking, or anything else could ever conjure.

Gold and orange hues suggested it was nearing sunset. "Beautiful," I murmured. "I agree," Adrian said, and I saw his eyes were on me.

If God was real, I figured He was powerful enough to know what I wanted without me actually saying the right words.

He pressed his cheek to my forehead. "I don't know," he said. "I think you're my strength." It was a sweet and romantic statement, but something about it bothered me. "That's not quite right," I said, wondering how I could put my feelings into words. I knew you could help someone else in a relationship. You could strengthen them and support them. But you couldn't actually do everything for them.

I looked down at her face, with her flushed cheeks and damp strands of hair, and thought, Whether it's simply some fierce animal joining of mates or a sublime merging of souls, she is mine, and I am hers.

I unlocked the door and, on impulse, swept Sydney into my arms and carried her inside.

She simply stared at me, her dark gaze practically piercing my soul. A tangle of emotions tightened in my chest.

It turned out to be worth the effort, though, and when we fell asleep in each other's arms much later, naked except for our wedding rings, I knew it had been worth all the effort.

The soul that complemented mine. My match. My equal.

Like calls to like.

Love for her threatened to overwhelm me. I set down all my bags and drew her into my arms. That silly mug suddenly took on monumental significance, and looking down at her, at the face I loved so much, I could see the future she described, a future together where we could accomplish anything.

What we had was love. We were like two halves of a whole, always ready to support each other. Neither of us was perfect, but that didn't matter. With him, I could defeat this rage that filled me. He believed I was stronger than it. And I was.

I love you Roza spoken by Dimitri to rose in the book Spirt Bound

I still ached for my aunt, but Sydney was here, my hope and my anchor. I wasn't alone.

And I would never, ever have that euphoric, all-consuming love that had wrapped around me every moment I was with Sydney, that feeling of love that constantly made me think, Yes, this is what it means to be alive.

It wasn't possible that one person could make you experience so many emotions at once, that one person could trigger a universe of feelings, simply with the sound of your name.

Glancing over, I was astonished to see Adrian watching me, a look of contentment on his face. His eyes seemed to study my every feature. Seeing me notice him, he immediately looked away. His usual smirky expression replaced the dreamy one.

I was awash on a sea of desire, drowning in everything about her. Her passion answered mine as she murmured my name and clung to me so tightly that her nails dug into my skin, as though she feared she might lose me if she let go.

a sense of such oneness and familiarity that words often weren't needed.

What the hell? Who are you?" "The guy that's going to kick your ass for hurting her," said Adrian "What happened with us has nothing to do with you," retorted Marcus. "Everything about her has to do with me.

We'd caught a commuter flight from there to Philadelphia, and from there to Seattle and now Fairbanks. It reminded me a little of the crazy flights I'd had to take from Siberia back to the U.S. That journey had also gone via Seattle. I was starting to believe that city was a gateway to obscure places.