Quotes About Connection

and I remember . . . the kisses, the taste of him, the feeling of him inside me.

He's no longer a stranger. He's my moon.

But when Robert touches me in just the right way, I forget. I forget what it is I want, or rather I forget that I want anything other than him.

No woman has made me quiver before, but she does.

I wonder how on earth I was lucky enough to find her.

As we stay there, pressed against each other, the room smelling of coffee and sex, I hear him mutter . . . perhaps to himself, perhaps to me, "Last time, my ass.

Even with him in me I ache for him, and it's that aching that brings me rapidly to the brink.

You were made for me," he breathes.

I can touch you with a thought.

But the smile inside me never falters. And I know without a doubt that his inner smile matches mine.

even when I'm nowhere near you I'm inside of you.

I love the way you make me feel when you walk into the room, when you look at me.

You are my ocean. You are the only thing I can trust.

Robert," she whispers, "you have my heart.

She shrugs, smiles. "All you ever had to do was ask.

Is it Rilla-my-Rilla?

There is an intense relationship between proximate objects, a much weaker one between objects further away, and as for the really distant ones there is none at all, and that is the nature of God.

When I return I shall be as other men are. I have always liked you as you were, said Dorothy simply.

No one can love a person he's afraid of, asserted Dorothy.

when you marry a girl, you marry the inside as well as the outside

I'll miss you most of all scarecrow.

They belonged to each other; and, no matter what life might hold for them, it could never alter that. Their happiness was in each other's keeping and both were unafraid.

I am your friend and you are mine, for always, she said. Such a friend as I never had before. I have had many dear and beloved friends—but there is a something in you, Leslie, that I never found in anyone else. You have more to offer me in that rich nature of yours, and I have more to give you than I had in my careless girlhood. We are both women—and friends forever. They clasped hands and smiled at each other through the tears that filled the gray eyes and the blue.

Dora is too good," said Anne. "She'd behave just as well if there wasn't a soul to tell her what to do. She was born already brought up, so she doesn't need us; and I think," concluded Anne, hitting on a very vital truth, "that we always love best the people who need us. Davy needs us badly.