Quotes About Connection

You want to know why I don't have many friends here? At least not ones that count, according to your fucking standards handed down from on high, princess? Because I figured it out. What the difference is between friends and casual acquaintances. Between lovers and fuck buddies.

Being someone's rock, even if only in a temporary way, would always be heart-worthy.

The most powerful story is happening inside your customer's head, a personal narrative of how engaging with your product will transform them into a more powerful, more skillful, more connected version of themselves.

Who would know but ten years ago that kids would be texting each other all the time, that that would be one of their main forms of communication.

This place spoke to something deep inside her. She was drawn to the water as if she'd lived her whole life here, as if it were a part of her she'd been missing. She filled her lungs with the salty air, and a calm settled over her.

To get a true sense of the book, I have to spend a few moments inside. I'll glance at the first couple pages, then flip around to somewhere in the middle, see if the language matches me somehow. It's like dating, only with sentences......It could be something as simple yet weirdly potent as a single word (tangerine). We're meant to be, that sentence and me. And when it happens, you just know.

In most cases, it is more satisfying to get a friend's answering machine and leave a cheery, tangible trace of your sincere commitment to the friendship than it is to engage in actual conversation.

If you really love someone, you want to know what they ate for lunch or dinner without you.

Amy Krouse Rosenthal

I think 90 percent of what/who we are is never really verbally communicated....

He said it was a quintessential Pal moment—being out and about in the universe, and then unexpectedly crossing paths with someone from home base.

I love you. I want to shout it sometimes. I know you worry about our letters and texts getting read--shades of WWII, haunting us still, I guess, and I'm well aware that nothing's safe on the internet. I worry too. You need to know that when I say it, when I ask you to say it, it's because my lungs feel full of dark water, and seeing it or writing it lets me breathe.

I'm still not a god," he said apologetically. Crick stood behind him and pulled his shoulders back against that wide, strong chest. "Better than a god," Crick murmured. "You're the reason to have faith.

and his head and shoulders were on the bed next to the boy who had captured his heart like cupped hands would capture a butterfly, and had never, ever clutched him too tight and never let him go.

Sex was lovely. Sex was sublime. Sex was flesh and cock and suck and fuck and come. This night sex was starlight. Sex was oxygen. Sex was us, and we were beautiful, beautiful and perfect in each other's arms.

every vertebrae on his back was a prayer bead under my hands.

if I was going to play this game and love it, it had to love me back.

You're my friend," Chris whispered back, and his other hand came up so he could rub Xander's lower lip with his thumb. "That makes you beautiful.

The whole world heard you tell poor Angie Robinson that "Chris Edwards was your heart"—man, it's one of the most fucking romantic things I've ever heard.

This time, he fumbled for Collin's hand in the elevator. He still felt like a thief, there was no denying it, but sometimes thieves stole things because they needed them to live.

You didn't know that... that my whole world stopped when I first saw you smile.

That smile, right there?" "Yeah?" "I've known you my entire life. You only smile like that for me.

I've loved him since I've known him, Mrs. Daniels. He just finally stopped fighting.

I lowered my mouth to his ear and said, "I think you're my everything.