Quotes About Connection

She's Head Case's mate; he's going to want her anyway. Besides, it's no' like she needs any chemicals. She's smokin' hot.

Again, she's his mate. They're already bound.

Don't close me out." He curled his finger under my chin, all tenderness, even as he said, "How could I close you out when I never let you in?

If you want to communicate an idea to a man's brain, you talk to him through his pecker. It's like an ear horn, y'all.

An invisible force. Like two magnets.

His voice was hot-wired to my pussy. I

Josephine voleva che Rune fosse la sua àncora? Che la tenesse per mano, legata a lui? Questo perlomeno sembrava realizzabile. In cambio lei avrebbe potuto assicurarsi che il suo cuore non si incenerisse di nuovo. Forse potremmo essere l'àncora l'uno dell'altra.

She'd seen a lot, and knew a lot, and she knew Wroth moved and used his body on hers—in hers—in a way that was nothing short of divine.

Kresley Cole

She didn't eat because she took electrical energy from the earth and gave it back with her emotions in the form of lightning.

He was railing my mind blank, long-dicking me into oblivion.

Because you're the type of woman who needs to be kissed. Hourly, softly. Fiercely." He skimmed his hand down over her hip and murmured near her ear, "Thoroughly.

Tat tvam asi.

To me it is not about trying to achieve ecstatic states. It is about love. I want to be there all the time. Ecstasy comes and goes. I want to get to the place where there's only Sitaram. I don't want to be thinking about love, I want to be in love and eventually become love. In

If I could change it all for you, if it were in my power to spare you, I would do so. If I could trade places with you, I would. But I can only be here with you, and I will tell you this: you are not broken, and every inch of you is dear to me and whole.

This is home. This is where we are. This is the place we store our love. You just have to be content to be in your own skin, that's all. Charlie to Ginny

The picture made me heartsick. What could it be like, shut up inside with everything you feel – never having the relief of expression, never sharing anything or releasing anything or trying it out on somebody else? Never asking questions? Only yourself to talk to. Only yourself to listen. Never to be understood. Understood. Not to be loved for what you are. Never to be known.

I miss you. You don't know how much I miss you. You don't know how my heart sinks inside me when I think how far away you are. But then, maybe you know that feeling. I hope you do. No, I wouldn't wish that on you. But then, yes I would . . .. Forgive me for missing you that much.

Then we were quiet. Quiet isn't easy. Especially with virtual strangers. They say that nature hates a vacuum, and so it's kind of natural to want to fill up a human silence with words—any kind of lame words. But there was such a feeling of space around us that my first self-conscious word died long before I ever felt it on my tongue.

His gaze was so soft that she would like to wrap herself with it.

the eye is the window to the soul, and from the abundance of the heart the mouth speaks, why can't we all be blind and dumb?

It was not so much that he was shut out, but that she was trapped inside.

know that sounds premature, but I won't date anyone again that I can't imagine growing old with.

Good food, good friends.