Quotes About Connection

You know I'm mad about you and you're the most fabulous daughter a mother could want. When you call me Mommy, it pushes my buttons and makes me feel older than I really am. Plus, you're a precocious child. Why don't you call me Anjoli?" We weren't like mother and daughter. It was more like two single women sharing an apartment in Greenwich Village in the seventies. Except I was five.

I felt in Ann Arbor the same way I did in the city—like everything was happening and I was missing it all when I wasn't there. I suppose there are several spots on earth where each one of us feels completely at home. For me, they are Ann Arbor

He placed her palm over his heart and held it there above the rhythmic drum beat. "That's you," he told her as he kissed her forehead. "That's you.

you fall in love in three stages: lust, attraction and attachment.

when two people meet and get involved, they each bring their own history with them. How you bring these histories together provides the condition for the future of your relationship. A person who gives you too much of their "history" shows an inability to choose or prioritise their relationships. Love professor - to Jennifer

An also, from the opposite perspective, it can be quite disappointing, when the one you want to share your life with will not share very much of his or her own life with you. The person who will not share their past is unlikely to see you in their future. Love Professor - to Jennifer

Nobody in my life has ever known me the way you do. Nobody in my life has ever made me feel as good as you do. You know me, you know everything about me, and when you leave me, you're going to be leaving the real me, the me nobody else has ever seen, that's who you're going to be rejecting.

You want sensitive and understanding, stick with the therapist.You want great, headbanging sex, get off the fucking phone and come with me.

Who knew that listening to a guy sleep could be so much deeper than sleeping with a guy.

I listened as the words became sentences and the sentences became pages and the pages became feelings and voices and places and people.

For the first time, I saw what was in his heart, and I wondered if he might ever want to look deep enough to see mine.

She was his soulmate, as much a part of him as the very flesh and bone that made him. She was with him, in him, in everything he did. She was everything he wanted from his life, the very measure of his dreams.

It has an L on it. L for love. See? It's the key to the universe, Dad. You said you were looking for it. You told Mom you were. I found it for you so you don't have to look anymore. So you can come home at night.

For I have seen it and I have felt it and it is love, not death, that undoes us.

Every heart is made of stories.

Make them care, Mattie,' she said softly. 'And don't you ever be sorry.' -Emily Wilcox

The skin-and-bones dog who shows up at your door. The broken-winged bird you nurse back to health. The kitten you find crying at the side of the road. You think you're saving them, don't you? Ah, child. Can't you see? They're saving you.

Namaste. It was a Nepalese greeting. It meant: The light within me bows to the light within you.

I need a name for this ink ... A name for the feeling you get when you see someone again. After many years. Someone lost to you. Or so you thought. And you remember them a certain way. In your mind, they never age. But then suddenly, there they are. Older. Changed by time. Different, but exactly the same.

The guitar's still around me. I slip it off and put it down. I want to feel him. To feel his breath on my neck. The warmth of his skin. To feel something other than sadness. Hold me, I tell him silently. Hold me here. To this place. This life. Make me want you. Want this. Want something. Please

Because just for a few seconds, someone else hurts, too. For just a few seconds, I'm not alone.

He pressed himself into me and kissed my neck, and it was as if everything strong and solid inside me, heart and bones and muscle and gut, softened and melted from the heat of him.

No. I meant stay with me today. And tomorrow. And every day after.

Love isn't idiotic. It's hard and messy, confusing and wonderful. But to love and be loved... that's all that matters.