Quotes About Connection

Our distance has lived in me like the aftermath of a bad dream-I carry it around, the knowledge that we were once close, that something was lost; it's the lingering sadness of unfinished business. (18)

The person who knew you best when you were seventeen will always have a claim on you, no matter how much you change. There's something seductive and magnetic about it, the feeling of being understood like that. I suppose it goes both ways. (19)

how when you love someone, you take that person into your body, your fingertips predicting their angles and curves; how you smell like them in the morning.

The person who knew you best when you were seventeen will always have a claim on you, no matter how much you change. There's something seductive and magnetic about it, the feeling of being understood like that. I suppose it goes both ways.

I was suddenly overwhelmed with the knowledge that this was a moment to pay attention to: this day, this air, these two people. I felt the perfection of the moment and, inside of it, I felt its demise.

A moment of connection was compensation for the repetitive job of being alive.

Even in your closest friendships, you're alone. Maybe it's your best friend who, in fact, reminds you, just by making it her business to try to know your heart, that no one can - that our fate is to suffer in isolation and then die. But it's our collective fate! So I guess I'm an optimist.

He lifts one of my hands and raises it to his cheek, a gesture so tender and unexpected that my breath catches in my throat. I feel the blood rising to my cheeks, and I look down at my lap. I can't meet his eyes.

L'amore è bello ." Love is beautiful.

It's nice to see you." Stupid, silly, banal little words. Luca smiles, his dark blue eyes sparking. "Nice?" he says, and he starts to take off his shoes. "This is a very strong word in English, non è vero ?" "No," I say quickly. "It's not a strong word at all." "Oh, peccato ," he says cheerfully, which means "what a shame.

You remember that song by Jovanotti I say to you, in the river?" he asks. "Yes!" I swivel a little to look at him. "I looked it up, but I couldn't find it." "' La Valigia ,'" he says. "The suitcase. The boy is a suitcase, he travels all around, but only one person, the girl, knows how to open the lucchetto. " "The lock," I translate, suffused with happiness at this.

In the wake of a human being's death, what survives is a set of afterglows, some brighter and some dimmer, in the collective brains of those who were dearest to them...Though the primary brain has been eclipsed, there is, in those who remain...a collective corona that still glows. - Douglas Hofstadter

Don't talk about yourself too much, don't dominate the conversation, get him comfortable enough to chat about his favorite and most familiar topic: him.

I think I'll always love him.

For most people, the ringing of a phone was a welcome sign. Someone was trying to reach them, to say hello, ask about their well-being, or make plans. For me, it triggered fear, intense anxiety, and heart-stopping panic.

Jag kupade händerna om tändaren för att skydda lågan från vinden, och när min hud nuddade hans kände jag hur det fladdrade till i bröstet. Var det lust, kärlek eller bara ett tidigt tecken på lungcancer?

That's a good point, I suppose,' he said in that way people have when you've just said something that's so off the mark it might as well be in Sanskrit, but they like you, so they want to make something positive out of it so they can give you the credit you both know you don't deserve.

His look felt like a touch

He appreciated her as a companion; he admired her as a comrade; he wanted her as a lover. All innocuous enough each on its own. Put together . . . Christ. What a coil.

he just didn't want to share him with anyone. Ever. She wanted to be the person his eyes sought out in a crowded ballroom, the person he nudged when he had a really smashing joke he just had to tell, the first person he saw when he woke up in the morning, and the last person he spoke to when he went to bed at night. She wanted to be the one whose ear he whispered in at the opera, and the one perched next to him in his alarmingly tottery phaeton when he drove in the park at five.

No genuine artist views himself as superior in essence to others.

many people spend money they haven't earned, to buy things they don't want, to impress people they don't like." On the other hand, any true enjoyment serves to make us feel more deeply connected with everything else. Enjoying good food, music, sex, and books, enjoying pleasant physical surroundings and beautiful things, traveling to interesting places—all these enrich and enliven us. In the West, spirituality has been long

Why are we inspired by another person's courage? Maybe because it gives us the sweet and genuine surprise of discovering some trace, at least, of the same courage in ourselves.

There's a look that two people share when it is inevitable that they're becoming lovers; that they've become lovers, in spirit if not yet in deed. The look is the bond that sex confirms.