Quotes About Connection

Your identifier is you. I remember your eyes. Your mouth. The freckles on both cheeks that look like constellations. I know your smiles, at least three of them, and at least eight of your expressions, including the ones you only do with your eyes. If I could draw, I would draw you, and I wouldn't need to look at you to do it. Because your face is stuck in my mind.

But tonight I'm telling myself I don't have anything in common with this Violet girl, no matter how much I want to, and asking myself if the words between us were really that hot or if maybe it was just me imagining, me in overdrive for a girl I barely know, all because she's the first person I've met who seems to speak my language.

I know the way you move. I know the way you look at me. I see you see me, and you're the only one who looks at me that way. Whether I'm with you or away from you, I don't have to think about it or put the puzzle pieces together. It's just you. That's what I know.

In that moment, I wish I could see it through his eyes. I wish he had glasses to give me.

My body is like a single nerve ending from head to toe. Everything feels alive and more . My heart is opening, like the heart of Rappaccini's daughter, Beatrice, when she meets young Giovanni after he wanders into her garden. As I stand there, I can almost feel it unfold, petal by petal, beat by beat.

Overdrive for a girl I barely know, all because she's the first person I've met who seems to speak my language. A few words of it anyway.

And then, because I'm now the one thinking too much, and because she is different from all other girls and because I really, really don't want to screw this up, I concentrate on kissing her on the banks of the Blue Hole, in the sunshine, and I let that be enough.

On Tuesday, I say to hell with it and meet her outside every one of her classes so I can walk her to the next. This sometimes means running from one end of the building to the other, but it's worth every step.

My mouth is an inch from hers, and I wait for her to slap me or push me away, but then she closes her eyes, and that's when I know—I'm in. Okay

My mama's purpose had been to love and to be loved.

Maybe it was just me imagining, me in overdrive for a girl I barely know, all because she's the first person I've met who seems to speak my language. A few words of it anyway.

What a terrible feeling to love someone and not be able to help them.

He throws his arms out over his head, fists clenched, and shouts: 'Open your eyes and look at me! I'm right bloody here!' He shouts all the things he hates and wants to change until his voice is hoarse. Then he nods over at me. 'Your turn.

I am crying-loud and hiccuping, as if I've been holding my breath for a very long time and finally, finally can breathe. You make me lovely, and it's so lovely to be lovely to the one I love...

Cheeky wanker." He calls me this even though I'm no longer British.

But not sorry I love you because I could never be sorry for that.

Fall in love more often.Love the journey, not just the result-Camryn Manheim

A SMILE TRANSLATES even over the phone, so before answering its ring, take a breath and smile.

Yeah, ESP," Juvenal said. "You know how you do it? You listen to the other person instead of thinking of what you're gonna say next. That's all, and you learn things.

I love you, he said, his voice catching. When I thought you were going to die, I wanted to die.

I woke up this morning," Gabriel said, "thinking of nothing more than rolling over and pulling you into my arms and kissing you again. Kissing: only kissing. As if I were a green boy of fourteen. In case you don't realize it, Kate, kissing is not a man's usual inclination in the morning.

Life without a phone is riskier, lonelier, more vivid.

It's nice to be loved for one's faults and not one's virtues! ...Knowing that whatever you do or however badly you behave, he still feels the way he said just now. But if people really love each other their faults don't matter, said Bracken..Dinah regarded him with large, serious eyes. I wonder how many people could say that, she murmured.

A house you came to love was like a person, and loved you back, and then you belonged to it forever.