Quotes About Connection

He opened his mouth to speak, closed it, then tried again: "That wild storm was a tiny fraction of what was going on inside me. I look at you . . . and I soar. I make love to you, and everything is new; I feel . . . so much. I'm certain my chest will explode from it. . . . Gods, I make no sense, do I?

When a deer bounded across the path, I cried, Oh, look! Admit it, you paid to have that deer run in front of us. Come clean. Sounding furious, he said, I cued the deer ten minutes ago. What kind of outfit are they running? I burst out laughing, sinking back against him.

By all the gods, I love you as my life. I've trusted you with my survival, and I've trusted you with my heart—which, for me, is far more vulnerable. I asked you to have a care with it." He kissed me reverently, then leaned down to press his lips to my belly. "And you have.

I'd asked Máxim, "What will it take to get a smile out of that man?" "Your real name and ID. That's all he wants out of life. And possibly almond candies.

Centuries ago, you told me that you were born for me, and I for you. You told me you'd convince me of that one day. You have." Through his caring. And his patience and generosity. His selfless protection. "Damn

Voice rough with lust, he said, "I have one treasure." He slowed, pinning my gaze with his starry one. "And she owns my soul

Color tinged his broad cheekbones. "Tonight has boggled my mind. You have boggled my mind." He held my gaze with his own. "Siev?, I am a planet off its axis." I lost myself in his eyes. "I love you too, Aric." The corner of his lips curled. _______________

A woman who likes her whisky," he said while refilling her glass. "Careful that you doona steal my heart, Annalía." "It figures that the one requirement you'd have for your woman is 'whisky drinker.'" "Aye, but that's only after 'walks upright.

You aren't done with me yet?" He pinned my gaze with his own. With a surprisingly smooth accent, he told me, "Nunca voy a terminar contigo." I'll never be done with you.

As he slept, his heartbeat returned to slow and steady, lulling her. Before she joined him, she decided that she never wanted to sleep without that sound again.

She pressed a single soft kiss over his heart, having no idea he'd just given it to her.

You know that I'm not for sale, right?" "I know. Or I would have already bought you." I grinned, thinking he was kidding, but he just stared into my eyes. Too intense! So I tried a playful turn. "And what would you do if you owned me?" I tweaked his strong chin. "Would I be your slave?" He shook his head. "I would free you, Victoria. And then I would buy you the entire goddamned world.

When two people form an unbreakable bond, it's like a reactor, feeding them power and heat and a sense of belonging. It makes them strong. They're the true superheroes.

She'd thought there was no greater connection than destiny decreeing them joined. But there was - the choice they'd made to love each other.

One love fated. One love endless.

If you feel lust—he pressed a kiss against her collarbone—I want you automatically to seek me to ease it.

It's not my fault the truth and I are strangers—we were never properly introduced.

He took my hand in his, and that easy compatibility flowed between us. God, how I'd missed this. It shouldn't feel this right. I was married. In a way. I loved Aric. Yes, my husband wanted me dead and had decapitated me twice, but all relationships had issues, right?

The one who fingered me like he was digging to China

Those years ago when I was down in that basement, I wish I had known that on the other side of the world, there was a bold little girl fighting for her pride. And that she would come into my life one day to make it brighter.

He grinned down at her, that half-grin that made her heart twist, then slowly rocked forward to fill her. "Tell yourself that, Valkyrie." He leaned down to catch her gasp with his lips. "As much as you like.

I turned to Cyclops. "You're going to stay here with Finn and Matthew." Talking to the animal always made me feel ridiculous (though he was smarter than most beasts—and I might actually be communicating with Lark). In CLC, the loony bin I'd been clapped up in, patients had only been allowed to watch classic shows on cable, like Lassie. I feared any second I was going to say, "What's that, Cyclops? Timmy fell down a Prepper well?

Why do you keep coming back just to sit beside my bed?" Seeming surprised by the question, he'd answered in a gravelly voice, This is . . . satisfying. To me. I find it deeply so.

There's a difference between being wed and being married. We were wed today, but I want our lives entangled, until they are seamless. Until the line between us blurs to nothing." I