Quotes About Connection

Love is not a one-size-fits-all emotion; there are as many different kinds of love as there are people.

I love you," I said, and this time I meant it. I could see the smile that went with the tone of his voice as he said, "I know, and I love you more." I smiled. "I love you most." Nathaniel's voice came on the phone as if Micah were holding it out to him: "I love you mostest.

The joys of the flesh are a blessing to be shared, not a curse to be guarded against.

Ma petite.' That was all, just my nickname, but it seemed to hold years of I love yous. The

There comes a point when 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.

There is that moment when you are alone with a man and you both realize it. Alone together, there are always possibilities in that. There is a nearly painful awareness of each other. It can lead to awkwardness, to sex, or to fear, depending on the man and the situation.

Richard had scooted in to sit on my left without being asked. He's a quick study. It's one of the reasons we're still going out. That and the fact that I lust after his body something terrible. I

I straightened up, pulling just a little away from him. He looked at me questioningly. "Something wrong?" "Nice aftershave," I said. No need to confess that I'd had an almost irresistible urge to nibble his neck. It was too embarrassing. The

I dropped the towel to the floor and crawled into the warm nest of the covers and Nathaniel's body. 'You sure you don't need to sleep more than you need sex?' 'Sex energizes me; you should know that by now.' Nicky loomed over both of us, propped up on one shoulder. 'I vote you as an honorary lion.' 'High praise,' Nathaniel said.

Il sesso è una delle cose più intime che si possano condividere. Se si è limitati nel proprio modo di esprimersi proprio dalla persona da cui si è amati, è un po' come morire. Uccide l'anima.»

He'd also offered me a protein bar, which I would have turned down, but he gave me that look that people have been getting from their significant others since probably before written language.

I needed him to touch me, and let me know that he was still my Darkness, still my Doyle. He whispered into my hair, "Merry, Merry, Merry." I clung to him, wordless, and wept.

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.

It was one of those hugs when it feels almost like you're trying to meld yourself into the other person. Sometimes it's sexual, but sometimes it's because the world has gone too wrong and you need something to cling to.

is it too much to ask for a little romance?

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

We would never go shopping together or eat an entire cake while we complained about men. He'd never invite me over to his house for dinner or a barbecue. We'd never be lovers. But there was a very good chance that one of us would be the last person the other saw before we died. It wasn't friendship the way most people understood it, but it was friendship. There were several people I'd trust with my life, but there is no one else I'd trust with my death.

It was the way I'd felt a few times in the forest or in the mountains—those moments when you just suddenly feel how alive everything around you is, and you can almost breathe in the energy of every humming insect, flying bird, windblown tree

He let me see in that strangely handsome face that he was thinking about her not without her clothes on, but eventually without her skin.

When people ask if love can last they always seem to mean romantic love, but there are all kinds of love, and they can all last.

Blood of my blood, flesh of my flesh, two minds with but one body, two souls wedded as one.

Ma petite and I have labored long together to form the love that you have gained by subterfuge.' He turned and looked at Auggie. 'I was your friend, but you have used your arts to make me feel for you what you have not earned. But I, like ma petite, know how to love and not be a prisoner to that love. You can win, or steal, our love, but you cannot steal a true relationship with us; that must be won.

It was one of those moments when you can look in someone else's eyes and see your own reflection so sharp and true that it slices like glass.

He came to me then, wrapped his arms around me. I stayed stiff in his arms for a moment, and then I collapsed into his body. I clung to him. I let his strength and his nearness hold me. I let him hold me while I wept and screamed and wailed. I lost it completely, and Richard held me while I did it.