Quotes About Connection

Sure, these things had belonged to my grandpa, but they didn't mean anything to me and didn't hold any special memories.

No one in the world loved you quite the way a younger sibling did.

here's the thing about friends, I mean REAL friends: You can't just put up a poster at school and advertise for somebody and then hope you find the perfect one. It might work, I guess, but you'd look so pathetic and desperate that no one would want to be your friend, and so it would be kind of pointless

See that's it. You can't try to love somebody. You just do it.

But wasn't that love? Seeing what no one else could?

Our moon is the same moon, our sun is the same sun, and the stars will sparkle for us no matter who or where or what erare-- not sluts, not players, just people.

Love the people who love you back.

The nice part about living in a small town is that when you don't know what you're doing, someone else does. —ANONYMOUS

You will see the world. You will have love affairs with boys who see past a pretty face. You will be strong. You will call and tell me about it.

Sex isn't good unless it means something. It doesn't necessarily need to mean love and it doesn't necessarily need to happen in a relationship, but it does need to mean intimacy and connection...There exists a very fine line between being sexually liberated and being sexually used.

Tell me what you ate when you were a child, and whether the memory cheers you up or not.

with you, criticise you, eat with you, quarrel with you, laugh with you, exchange ideas with you and find life more and more exciting because of you . . . you are one of the people and things (for you are a thing) that I valued, and found good in life .

She craved solitude, but not infinite solitude.

Agatha, I don't love you merely with the glorious eyes of the blind, but I see you as you are.

Poem after poem after poem is the heartbeat of the human race.

You have fewer than 1,000 Saturdays with each child in your care before they're grown up.

That I am your heart's secret fills me with song. I wish I could sing of you here in my cage. You are my heart's hidden poem. I reread you, memorize you every moment we're apart.

Dear sir: twelve hours is as twelve years to me. I imagine you in your home, smiling, thinking of me. That I am your heart's secret fills me with song. I wish I could sing of you here in my cage. You are my heart's hidden poem. I reread you, memorize you, every moment we're apart.

he was watching me and when our eyes met, i had no fan to cover my face, no way to hid my feelings. i was desperate for him, and he could see it, all the way in me.

It´s hard to have you with me but not to be able to take your hand or kiss you -James

It seemed as if humans had lost the ability to make their own fun. The more they were gifted with inventions, the less they needed one another. They didn't sing or play the fiddle at the hearth; they turned on the stereo. They didn't tell stories on the porch; they watched television.

It seemed as natural as two blades of grass brushing each other in the wind.

Maybe it's true that shared trauma brings people closer together-a common hardship, a battle to survive-because when times are quiet people relax and go their own separate ways. They're lulled into believing they've got everything under control and don't need what they did before.

Nicholas nodded.All right.He stays.But I want to see him and speak to him first. Are you going to give him a hug?Lucian drawled,Tell him everything's going to be all right?Share some feelings perhaps?