Quotes About Connection

Home is the people who love you.

I understand you've been spending some time in the company of my son." Adam's father had a disconcerting stare. His eyes were hazel, close in color to my own, but there was an uncanny awareness in them—like he knew what you'd had for breakfast that morning and how you would sleep that night.

You have a daughter now," I told him, my voice low. He looked at me, his expression never wavering. "I have two." In the span of a heartbeat, fury gave way to devastation. Tobias Hawthorne the Second wasn't my father. He hadn't raised me. I didn't carry a single drop of his blood. But he'd just called me his daughter.

The two of us rode in companionable silence until the car pulled into Ivy's drive. Bodie cut the engine, and I reached for the door handle.

You hated the idea of me." "But not you. Never you." "I wanted Eve to be different," Grayson told me. "I wanted her to be you." "Don't say that," I whispered. He looked at me one last time. "There are so many things that I will never say.

It would be a shame," Jameson commented, "if we were related." He spared another smile for me, slow and sharp-edged. "Don't you think?

I could feel him in the room,

There was something intense in those words, in the expression on his face—like the boy who'd learned to see the world saw me.

Jennifer Lynn Barnes

Everything?" Jameson repeated in a rough, low tone that made me think of what the two of us could be doing if I were there with him.

Heads I kiss you, tails you kiss me. Either way, it means something.

People who'd always had a family to count on and place to belong couldn't truly understand the draw of that little whisper that said There's someone like you. Someone who wouldn't hold my origins against me.

They were—the four of them—a unit. They were Hawthornes. I wasn't.

My body recognized him before my mind did. His arms beat against the water in a brutally efficient butterfly stroke. And his back muscles…

Zeg maar tegen haar dat ik de dochter van mijn moeder ben.

I use knowing things about people as an excuse to keep them from knowing me.

Feeling like she really was just seven or eight, Claire sat down on the floor, books all around her, and she opened the last one she'd picked up. Even though it was dark, and even though her eyes couldn't see the words, she knew them. Knew the little prince's story as well as her own. She closed her eyes. She leaned her head forward against the book. And she sobbed.

It was always going to be you," I told Jameson. He needed to hear it. I needed to say it, even though always painted over so much. In response, Jameson gave me another crooked smile. "It's times like this, Heiress, that I wish I'd fallen in love with a girl who wasn't quite so good at bluffing.

Jameson bringing me closer to Grayson instead of pushing me away. I held the picture out, and Grayson's fingers brushed mine as he took it.

But mostly, I can't hate him, Avery Kylie Grambs, because he brought me you.

My point is that you know who your mom was, Avery. We both do. And she was wonderful.

I don't ever want for you-for us, for this-to become a game. - Jameson Hawthorne

Sometimes, things that appear very different on the surface are actually exactly the same at their core.

I flashed back to the moment he'd kissed me. I'd kissed him back. Since then we hadn't even managed to look at each other. We hadn't really talked. So why was he calling now? Where is he? "Hello?" I answered. "Avery." Grayson lingered on my name, just for a moment.