Quotes About Connection

Her voice is as warm and soothing as the carbohydrates they will share.

Our choices. Our fleeting moments together.

That's unfortunate, I say, choosing my words carefully and realizing that this might be the hallmark of a genuine friendship: how freely you speak.

It's the feeling of belonging. Right here where I am. In this house. With my parents and Charlotte. The people who know all my stories, from the beginning. The people who know me.

reckless abandon and know that there will be someone

Pienso en todos los corazones que se están rompiendo en este momento, en Manhattan, en todo el mundo. En todo ese dolor abrumador. Hace que me sienta un poco menos sola pensar que hay otras personas que se están desgarrando por dentro.

Cuando tienes una relación, eres consciente de que se puede acabar. puede que os distanciéis, conozcáis a otro o simplemente que dejéis de estar enamorados. Pero una amistad no es un juego de suma cero y, como tal, das por sentado que durará para siempre, en especial si es una vieja amistad. das por sentada su permanencia; quizá sea por eso por lo que es tan valiosa.

I exposed every part of myself to him, keeping no secrets, no defense mechanism in place.

Conversation felt healing, and we all needed that.

A really kindred spirit to whom I can confide my inmost soul.

Tell me what's going on in your world, Joey

thinking that's the thing about Andy—I'm always at least okay when I'm with him.

It doesn't take vows or genetics to be a family. We are one already, Ethan said. But i want to make it official. I want to make it forever.

Ronan taught me that children do not exist to honor their parents; their parents exist to honor them. [...] Ronan was mine but he never belonged to me. This is not an issue of ownership. A child is not a couch.

And although I no longer identified with the stringency or dogma of organized Christian religion, I remained drawn to the compassion and sense of community that still existed in houses of worship.

Ronan lived in the world held by people who loved him and fed him and talked with him and met him on his own terms. When he died, he will have been fully loved from his first breath to his last and then after. That full uncompromising love, powerful and sometimes painful, was perhaps the only miracle worth believing in.

Loneliness is like a set of binoculars that's trained on the social world. This has actually been proven. Psychologists have long theorized that, when the need to belong is unmet, people automatically start to pay more attention to the social world around them. "It's like when you're hungry, and you notice all the food signs on the highway," says Gardner. "When you've been left out, or when you feel unconnected, you notice social cues.

I love you like my own sister. Which is why I won't hesitate to tell you that I don't believe it.

If I had to, I'd fight it like death itself. But with you, I don't have to.

Gonna see if Meg's here," Eddi whispered. "Go back to sleep." "I doubt if I can. But if you prefer it, I can lie here and be still." "Probably a good idea." Eddi grinned and kissed his nose. "She thinks you're full of nonsense." "She's lamentably ignorant of my better qualities." "You mean she hasn't seen you with your clothes off?" Eddi thought he blushed.

They held each other in silence, and he buried his face in her hair. "Do what you can, my primrose," he whispered at last. "I love my life better than I ever have, now that it's at risk. But even so, I love you better still.

Love/absence of mind - they're easily confused.

Maybe I'm a human, but I'm a me-and-Ma as well.

It's weird to have something that's mine-not-Ma's. Everything else is both of ours. I guess my body is mine and the ideas that happen in my head. But my cells are made out of her cells so I'm kind of hers.