Quotes About Connection

Where would you be without friends? The people to pick you up when you need lifting? We come from homes far from perfect, so you end up almost parent and sibling to your friends - your own chosen family. There's nothing like a really loyal, dependable, good friend. Nothing.

I'm not one aspect of the human experience - none of us is.

I think a good relationship is about collaboration.

I don't know why women feel an affinity with me.

True love brings up everything - you're allowing a mirror to be held up to you daily.

It was pretty amazing. I wasn't thinking about anything but how good it felt to be kissed and touched by you. You totally ruined boring sex for me.

For you can't hear Irish tunes without knowing you're Irish, and wanting to pound that fact into the floor.

My dad is shagging your aunt, probably right now. That makes us almost family.

When you love, especially with your heart, it comes upon you so fast, you don't have time to resist.

I don't want to be friends with you, Ainsley Douglas. I want to be your lover. I want to bury myself inside you, I want to find out whether you taste as good all the way down, I want to feel you squeezing me, and I want to hear your cries as you take me inside you.

I want it to work." Sean turned the full force of his gaze on her. "Because when I first saw you, love, I started to believe in forever." (Jennifer Ashley, Primal Bonds)

A couple can be quite intimate without sharing bodies - though you will likely not believe that, my Cam. But it can be true. What I feel for you is highly intense, whether you are standing next to me or living a hundred miles away. I do not have to be touching you at all to experience what I feel.

Call me Beth, please," she said. "I am no longer Mrs. Ackerley and have become, to our mutual astonishment, your sister." Hart

Losing Sarah and my boy was the hardest thing I've ever lived through. But even then, you see, I knew that Eleanor was with me. If not here, then at least in the world, where I could find her. I could think of her living in that old house with her father, I could write to her if I chose. She was the anchor in my world, no matter how far I was from her. But if I lose her ... Ian, I lose myself. I can't live. Not without Eleanor.

Hart was surprised how much Ian's silent presence comforted him. His volatile little brother, who'd needed so much help in the past, was now a rock in the roilling stream of Hart's world. I can always find you , Ian had told him once. He'd meant that he'd know when Hart needed him, would be there, no matter what.

Sean, my mate. Mate of my Heart(Jennifer Ashley, Primal Bonds).

The man who couldn't look anyone in the eyes was making himself do it, no matter what the pain. He was giving her a gift, the greatest one he could, straight from his heart.

Andrea was never sure who leaned forward first, but she was melting toward him and, next thing she knew, felt the scalding pressure of Sean's mouth on hers. He kissed her with strength, barely masking his power, and Andrea closed her eyes and drank it in. His hand stole to the back of her neck, arching her up to savor more of her. "Come inside with me," he whispered against her mouth....

I don't need the bowls to give me peace anymore," Ian said. "I have you. And Jamie, and Belle. If all the Ming bowls in the world were smashed, I'd still have you." [...] "You broke the bowl, and it is gone. But you are here, and whole. Nothing else matters.

Todo importa. Lo que uno hace afecta a los demás, aunque no te des cuenta hasta mucho después

That bowl was special because of the blue. It exactly matched your eyes.

But she couldn't read Mr. Mackenzie. He didn't let anyone behind his barriers, not easily. But when he did . . . When he did, worlds would unfold.

He remembered that his brothers had been puzzled and angry that Ian had let Isabella lay a hand on his arm or give him a quick kiss on the cheek, when he refused to let the rest of his family touch him. Ian had thought his brothers fools about that. If they couldn't understand the difference between three overbearing Scotsmen who smelled of smoke and whiskey, and a lovely young woman scented with of attar of roses, he couldn't help them.

He wasn't listening. "We don't fit in, you and me," he said. "We're both oddities no one knows what to do with. But we fit together." He took her hand, pressed her palm to his, then laced their fingers through each other's. "We fit.