Quotes About Connection

Every heartbeat screams your name

Like" is a mild sort of word for what Con and I have," Collin replied, leaning forward to touch noses with the big doofus. Constantine half-closed his eyes and twitched his whiskers back. "I"d go with the deeply twisted interpersonal relationship that a hero has for his nemesis, sort of a Batman/Joker thing, if the Joker suddenly started going down on Batman like a porn-star on Viagra." Jeff looked at him in alarm. "Jesus, Sparky, stop touching my cat!

Whatcha doing, Lieu?" she asked cautiously. "Praying," he muttered. "I suck at it." "Your doing it wrong," she said flatly. "I'm not big on church, but I'm pretty sure you're supposed to do it with a friend.

They became one, and Mackey could breathe. Trav was a part of him, and Mackey had strength. Trav moved, and Mackey's body became light and Trav's body became sound and together they were the thing Mackey worshipped most. Music.

The world isn't made a better place by the unburdening of a heart.

I blew through her like baby's breath through a dandelion, and my soul left its mark on hers. Forever. In one night, I'd bound her too me for as long as she lived, and I had no words to tell her. When I woke the next night, to see her there, above me, the relief radiating from every line of her body, I thought it was more of a miracle than my first rising.

They made love until Chris had to leave for the airport, without sleeping at all. After Chris had left, wearing wrinkled jeans and Xander's sweat and seed on his skin, Xander flopped back onto the bed and looked miserably at the clock.

That night Tommy kissed him and eased his way into Chase's body so gently that when Chase came, his vision washed in white, not red, and it did for him what sex with Tommy always did for him: set him free and let him fly.

A kiss is good. I think kisses are where all good things start.

Right now, do you want to come up and... uhm... I´ve got movies! Or, uhm, a soda. Or... coffee. I´ve got coffee and biscotti! Or...." "Sex, Zach," Sean said soberly. "I think we can skip the preliminaries. We need to have sex.

Wanted you since before I knew you",he said softly. "You think I knit for just anyone?

Once in a lifetime, you meet that special someone. That someone that took your breath away every single time. That someone that caused your heart to shatter into a million shards and fall like rain.

Malcolm chuckled wickedly. "You, my American friend, are like a hidden landmine of sex appeal. I'm going to have to look out for you." "Too late." Owen raised his face to the unfamiliar smells, breezes, sounds of the city, enjoying them even more now that he knew something of it and it had become personal to him. "I've already exploded. You're caught." He tilted his head back and laughed, inviting Malcolm to share the joke, but Malcolm was unusually quiet.....

If I'm beautiful, I'm beautiful for you.

if I was gay, I'd… I'd be mesmerized by you. I'd listen to every word that fell out of your mouth like it was diamonds made of sound waves. I'd memorize the pattern of freckles on your back and spend months taking cooking classes just to find something you'd eat. You are kind, and you are funny, and you are brave, and any man who has you needs to see all that or he just isn't worth the laces in your combat boots, you hear me

When I sleep with someone, I need it to mean something. I need to know someone would look me in the eye and be there the next day, and the next week, and the next month. I'm not stupid—I know it doesn't always mean forever, but you have to at least think it could be forever. There's a possibility of forever before you even touch, or you're just touching to hurt yourself. I can't be just a quick fuck in the bathroom.

I'm trying to follow all the steps and check all the boxes. But my heart hurts and my skin aches, and God, I just want to be touched…….Can you touch me and then look at me tomorrow, and it will be okay?

It was the same smile he used in bed with Crick--the gentle, sweet smile that made him look young and a little vulnerable. Crick turned the picture around, and Benny had written, I asked him to think of you.

He had learned that sometimes, watching someone work or standing beside them, looking at stars or at bugs or at a sunset, was far more communicative than the eternal babble that sprung from his own wayward tongue.

He wasn't sure which one of them initiated the kiss, but it started soft and then went sweet and then went tender and then went tinder, and then went out-of-control blaze.

Now go bring back someone's head on the front of your Lexus for Mommy, okay?" Ellery's mother to him

I'm a real bastard without him," Jace apologized, and Nick gulped some water and nodded. "Yeah, I hear that. Why?" Jace looked at him in outrage because the question was… was self-explanatory. "Because! Because he's… he's Quent!

You do like me, don't you? Even though I'm apparently communicatively handicapped and socially retarded?

Quent pulled back and smiled. "You're going to have to bet that this thing you feel, this thing you know I feel, that it goes beyond us. You're going to have to bet that love's a deep hand, Jason. That there's more to life than numbers and research, more than just the cards you see. You're going to have to bet that when the players are off the table, the game's still there. Can you do that?