Quotes About Connection

I want nothing more than to climb between the silk sheets and wrap our nude bodies around one another. I want to hold and be held. Sex is a wondrous thing, but tonight I wish to be comforted more than pleasured. I feel like a child in the dark who knows the monsters are under the bed. I want to be told it will be alright, but I am far too old to believe such comforting lies. - Jean-Claude

That was the problem with loving people: it made you weak. It made you need them. It made the thought of not having them the worst thing in the world.

Sex was never as neat as the movies made it. Real sex was messy. Good sex was messier.

Sometimes love isn't about being smart. Sometimes it's about being stupid together.

There was a time when you would have taken my heart with stake or gun. Now you have taken it with these delicate hands and the scent of your body. - Jean-Claude

Would you truly sleep with strangers? I don't know, I haven't met the strangers yet.

I smiled at him, as Doyle squeezed my hand and I squeezed back. Some people are addicted to falling in love, Doctor. Some people love that rush of new emotions, and when that first rush of new love is spent, they move on to the next, thinking the love wasn't real. What I felt in her, and potentially in you, is the love of years. Love that knows that that first rush of freshness isn't the real thing. It's the tip of the iceberg.

Oh, I'll enjoy myself. I want to make sure you enjoy yourself. Why? I said. If you enjoy yourself, then there's a better chance you'll want to be with me again.

You smell of other peoples blood, ma petite. It was no one you know. -Jean Claude and Anita

He gave a small nod, and I smiled back, and that was it. He understood that I'd understood that he'd understood. It took us one sentence, two looks, and a nod - with another woman it would have been at least five minutes of out-loud talking. Lucky for me I spoke fluent guy.

But if anything will turn me off, it's a very practiced approach, as if the man has done it a thousand times before, to a lot of different women. Which always seems to imply that I am no different from all the rest. Not flattering.

My boyfriends are all more romantic than I am, and so are my lovers.

Zerbrowski said, I only ever understood one woman, and she was kind enough to marry me so I didn't have to decipher anyone else.

If you didn't understand the need for friendship or love, could you be lonely?

If I don't say it enough, Jean-Claude, I love you, I love seeing your face across the table while we eat, and watching you root at Cynric's football games, and watching you read bedtime stories to Matthew when he stays with us, and a thousand surprising things, all of it, its you, and I love you. You will make me cry. A smart friend told me that it's okay to cry, sometimes you're so happy it spills out your eyes.

More sex. We must have more sex.

Goddess" he said. Her voice floated to us. Yes, Child." Will I see you again?" Just her voice now, young and old at the same time. "In the face of every woman you meet

Everyone else goes home for nostalgia, and happy memories. I end up feeling like I never fit in with the family as a child, and being older hasn't changed that.

If you don't feel loved maybe the outward trappings like weddings and wedding rings become important?

I gazed up at him as the laughter filled his face, and just loved him. The day had sucked, but Jean-Claude made it suck a lot less, and that was what love was supposed to do. It was supposed to make things better, not worse

Sex is one of the most personal things we do as people. To have someone who says she loves you limit how you express yourself in the bedroom is like a small death. It kills the soul.

He held Saraid the rest of the way home, and in a way she held him right back, because sometimes and especially for a man, being able to be someone's big strong shoulder to cry on helps you not need to cry so very much yourself.

I used to think that only death could take someone away from me, but I have learned so many lesser things could steal someone away. Just as completely; just as forever.

Can you really rescue anyone, or anything, without rescuing a piece of yourself at the same time?