Quotes About Connection

Yeah, well, the one thing I've learned this past year? It's that worry means love.

What I'm saying," Nate tried once more, "is that there should always be a world in which you and I meet." Walter's shrug would have done an old uncle at temple proud. "We meet, we don't meet—if we don't know each other, it doesn't make a difference." But it does. I was missing you before you were born.

Dammit, he wasn't a kid to go shooting off with just a touch, and Crick stroked his hair until he knew he wasn't going to lose it before he was buried inside the love of his goddamned life.

Without the weight of the world on his shoulders, Cal made love like the Native American god of sex, whomever that may be.

London Bridge, which is just outside the door.

Okay," Crick said, rolling his eyes. "I give. Which part of my body is more interesting than my ass?" Deacon rewarded his obtuseness with a smack to the head. "Your heart, you fuckin' moron. Man, I get about fifteen minutes a day max out of your ass—it's your heart I want twenty-four-seven. Jesus, Crick—stop thinking in your pants!

Got lost in your eyes,

I love you, big man. I love you so much I can't believe the world turned before we met. But you and me, we are going to have a big, ugly,

I miss you," he gasped into Kelly's chest. "Oh God. I miss you so much." Kelly moaned—not a sexy moan, a sad one—and they were both crying, kissing, tasting salt and sex on each other's skin as the final, more painful crest hit them both.

Dex was buckets full of awesome—he was allowed to have a redneck family member who wore his ass for a hat.

God, it's gorgeous when you do that," he said, his voice choked. "Do what?" Mackey asked, not able to stop staring at him. "Pull music out of the air," Grant

The dogs used after the 9/11 disaster had needed people new to them to pretend to be lost so they could find someone and know that people could be okay.

Climax was a roaring, gentle thing from the pit of his stomach. Trav's body in his arms should have grounded him, but instead they flew, flew together, and Trav's groan against Mackey's shoulder, the hot spurt of his come in Mackey's ass, that was the crescendo, the soaring of the heavens against his face, the ocean roaring of the wind in his ears.

This was why people picked one person forever and ever amen—because that one person mattered more than anyone else. There was no democracy in monogamy, and Cy got that now like he never had before.

but Mackey and Kell had asked Stevie straight out if any of his male relatives had the last name Jefferson, and he couldn't think of one.

The whole world trembled under the two of them, and the only time it felt right and solid was when they were close like this, close enough to touch.

It was nothing at first. Just a bare brush of lips to lips.

Easier than blood," he said softly, and my breath caught, because we both knew I had blood on my hands, and I suspected he had a little of his own. "Yeah, but don't no one but us know that.

You looked at me like I was beautiful and you let me be free." "You are beautiful. I wouldn't want you any way but free.

this moment, this moment here, when his lover was making shushing noises in his ear, that wasn't always guaranteed, now was it?

Not every day is going to be this good." Trav kissed his chest. "No," he said softly. "Let's make sure we remember this one, okay?" "For how long?" Trav asked, half-playful, half-serious. "Forever. Until tomorrow. When I fall in love with you again.

They were taken from a bridge—the Sunshine Skyway,

Even if I leave you, I won't leave you, okay? Even if you carry the casket and have to say goodbye and find someone else to love, I'll still be with you, okay? I meant it. Always. You hear?

It was him and Richie, as they always were, just a little more naked now.