Quotes About Connection

Violet Markey, I'd like to be your partner on this project.

It's at that moment that I can't help myself,even though she maybe hates me right now.I pull her in and kiss her the way I've always wanted to kiss her,a lot more R-rated and PG-13.I can feel her tense at first,not wanting to kiss me back ,and the thought of it breaks my heart.Before I can pull away,I feel her bend and then melt into me as I melt into her under the warm Indiana sun.And she's still here ,and she isn't going anywhere,and it will be okay.

But maybe even the smallest places mean something. And if not, maybe they can mean something to us.

He leans forward over the handlebars, eyes on me. "I'd go to Hoosier Hill with a beautiful girl.

You made me feel gold,flowing too.I love you.Ultraviolet Remarkey-able.

I'm right here. We're right here. I can't tell you what the point of this is except that I'm so fucking happy I met you, and I can't tell you what's going to happen... But I do know that right now, in this moment, on this island, I'm where I'm supposed to be, and that's with you.

I say, "I love you." She says, "I love you too." And then she laughs. "It's kind of crazy. I mean you ." "I know. What the hell?" She covers her mouth with one hand, but her eyes are shining. I'm thinking about a field of grass on a summer day. I'm thinking about the sun and being warmed from the inside and warmed from the outside. I take her hand under the gray-blue sky and I'm home.

I feel the way his hand,warm and firm,fits around mine.He may keep changing,but that never does.

Or we can make out.

Violet smiles back.Immediately,I feel better,because she feels better and because of the way she smiles at me,as if I'm not something to be avoided.

It's just to talk. Nothing more. It's not like I'm hitting on you. Finch: Unless you want me to. Hit on you, I mean. Me: No. Finch: "No" you don't want me to come over? Or "no" you don't want me hitting on you?

As he talks, I lie back against the ground, the blanket wrapped around me, and say to the sky, "May your eye go to the Sun, To the wind your soul, You are all the colors in one, at full brightness.

Yesterday at this time, I didn't even know her.

As she rattles on, about Violet, about Gemma Sterling, about the Bartlett Dirt, I don't say anything else. I suddenly don't want Bren or Charlie to talk about Violet, because I want to keep her to myself, like the Christmas I was eight—back when Christmases were still good—and got my first guitar, which I named No Trespassing, as in no one could touch it but me.

It's exhausting, constantly having to search for the people you love.

I will always be here, in the offerings and people I left behind.

I feel sorry for everyone in this town who's sleeping.

Across the seat our eyes are holding hands.

Nunca llegas a entender de verdad a una persona hasta que miras las cosas desde su punto de vista. Hasta que te metes en su piel y te paseas dentro de ella.

For the most part, the people are the same. Everyone wants something to believe in. Everyone wants someone to love.

The thing suicides don't focus on is their wake. Not just your parents and siblings, but your friends, your girlfriends, your classmates, your teachers.' I like the way he seems to think I have many, many people depending on me, including not just one but multiple girlfriends.

It's so lovely to be lovely to the one I love.

Actually, standing next to you makes it feel as high as Everest.

It's the kind of smile you smile when you're thinking someone over and trying to decide how you feel about them.