Quotes About Connection

Sometimes love isn't about being smart. Sometimes it's about being stupid together. I hated those moments, but I'd grown to understand that love, real love, is full of choices that make no sense, that should go horribly wrong, but you make the choice anyway. Why? Because love is about hope; you hope that this time it will be different.

There are pains too deep for words, but there's touch to say what words can't.

He always seemed to know just what I needed, just when I needed it. If we weren't in love, then how did he do that? Hell, I'd been in love with people that didn't even come close to meeting this many of my needs.

Sex may not be the answer to everything, but it's also not the worst answer to a lot of things.

Patting someone's hand, or shoulder, a hug, all of it is necessary to be happy and healthy for most people. It doesn't have to have anything to do with sex; in fact, most of the touch that keeps us all going is as innocent as a newborn lamb frolicking on the spring grass

If you're doing it right, love makes you more of who you are, not less

Home wasn't a place, or a building, or a tropical night full of flowers and rain. Love made home not out of boards and walls and furniture, but of hands to hold, and smiles to share, and the warmth of that body cuddled around you in the dark. I swam in the darkness of the ocean on a raft of hands, and bodies, and giving a damn what happened to them all.

Together we are more than we are apart, Anita, that is what love is.' I

Some say that that moment during sex when you both have an orgasm your auras drop, you blend your energies, yourselves together. You share so much more than just your body during sex, it's one of the reasons you should be careful who you do it with.

I gave of myself to the night and the night filled me

Why do you borrow such sorrows when they are far away, and I am right here?

There comes a point where you just love someone. Not because they're good, or bad, or anything really. You just love them. It doesn't mean you'll be together forever. It doesn't mean you won't hurt each other. It just means you love them. Sometimes in spite of who they are, and sometimes because of who they are. And you know that they love you, sometimes because of who you are, and sometimes in spite of it.

Where both deliberate, the love is slight: Who ever loved, that loved not at first sight?

True love means you love the real person, not an ideal that you have in your head and superimpose over them.

lay on my back in the dark. He was doing the same. "Edward," I asked. "Hmm," he said. "Are you a side sleeper, or a back sleeper?" "Back." "I'm a side sleeper, so no spooning, I guess." "What?" I laughed and turned over on my side. "Good night, Edward." "Good night, Anita." We slept.

All six of them sat on either side of the long oval conference table, strung out like strong, handsome beads on the string of my love.

You saved me because you could not bear the thought of leaving me behind." He touched my face, very gently. "Not from a sense of right and wrong, but because you are just that tenderhearted.

Since we're made in God's image, this must be from Him, so even God must need an "atta boy," an out-loud, in-your-head "Thank you, great job on that sunset and that platypus was a brilliant fun idea." Maybe that's why we're supposed to pray the way we do, because without it God would be lonely.

The three of you have sex together a lot, don't you?" she asked. "He's my best friend," Jason said. "You know, most guys watch sports with their best friends," J.J. said. "I don't like sports.

It is not merely happiness we all seek. We seek some place where we belong. For the lucky few, we find it in childhood with our own families. But for most of us we spend our adult lives seeking that place or person or organization that makes us feel that we are important, that we matter, and that without us something would go undone and undoable. We all need to feel that we are irreplaceable.

If this is not love, ma petite , then I know nothing of it. If this is not love, then no one since time began has ever loved. You ask yourself What is love? Am I in love? when what you should be asking, is What is not love? ma petite . What is it that this man does for you that is not done out of love?

I know, I know. I rescued him and he's bonded to me like a baby duck.

I love you, Jean-Claude; I wouldn't know what to do without you in my life, my bed, my heart.' 'Very poetic for you, ma petite.' 'I've

Now, let's get naked," I said.