Quotes About Connection

Nash, I've cued up the Taylor Swift for you.

It's okay Heiress' Jameson murmured. 'I've got you

No," Max corrected. "You and I are friends. Grayson is the physical manifestation of your avoidant attachment style. He won't let himself want you. You don't want to want to be wanted. Everybody stays at arm's length. Nobody gets hurt, and nobody gets any.

If you had a baby…," I said. "When I have a baby," came the deep, heart-shattering reply, "she'll be my whole world." "She?" I repeated. Nash settled back into his seat. "I can picture Lib with a little girl.

Sometimes, you have an idea of a person - about who they are, about what you'd be like together. But sometimes that's all it is: an idea.

Libby moved toward Nash and took his phone from his pocket. There was something intimate about the action--the way he let her, the way she knew he would.

I know that Jamie loves you." Grayson looked at me the way you look at art in a glass case, like he wanted to reach out to touch me but couldn't. "And I've seen the way that you look at him, the way the two of you are together. You're in love with my brother, Avery." He paused. "Tell me you're not

I wanted Eve to be different," Grayson told me. "I wanted her to be you." "Don't say that," I whispered... "There are so many things that I will never say.

Do you trust me?" I was standing in a phone-lit passageway, close enough to feel his body's heat on mine. "Absolutely not." "Good." He reached out, grabbed my hand, and pulled me close. "Hold on.

For the first time in my life, I felt like I belonged somewhere. With my fellow Naturals, I never had to pretend to be someone I wasn't. I couldn't have, even if I'd wanted to.

I didn't want to think about anything, so I kissed the boy. This time it wasn't rough or frantic. It was gentle and slow and terrifying and perfect . And for once in my life, I didn't feel alone.

Jameson Winchester Hawthorne loved me. He loved me, and I loved him.

I never got the chance to finish that sentence, because the next thing I knew, Mrs. Laughlin was hugging me, holding on to me for dear life.

By standing there, looking at Michael, the one thing I did know, the way I aways knew things about other people, was that sooner or later, as a part of this program-a part of this team- i was going to find out.

Mama and I are curled up, pressed against each other like twin commas.

watch Mama and Papa while they sleep. It makes me feel strange and lovely and more like a shadow than a real girl—awake when no one else is, me and the moon smiling down on Mama and Papa while they dream.

I understand now that Martin has never known the real me. There is only one person who ever did—who saw all of me, all the beauty along with the ugliness. And it is that person I long for now. Auntie.

Feeding the chickens was one of his favorite chores of the day—he enjoyed the way they greeted him with clucks and coos, the warmth of the eggs taken from the nest boxes. The chickens gave them so much and asked for so little in return.

Sometimes you listen with your ears; sometimes it's like your whole body becomes this antenna and you pick up on everything.

they were exactly what the other needed; the missing piece that made everything else magically click into place.

Think of me. Remember me. Love me.

Do you have a potent way to sustain your sense of meaning, courage, peace, and awe?

Either the universe is a cold dead place with a little growth of sentient but atomized beings each all by him- or herself trying to generate meaning, or we are in a universe that is alive with a growth of sentient beings whose members have made a pact with each other to persevere.

When we feel safe, when we feel we are with someone who basically agrees with us about the symbolic universe, we let down our defenses, confident that our companion understands the symbols that are usually wall up, and will act appropriately.