Quotes About Connection

Even sad stories are company. And perhaps that's why you might read such a chronicle, to look into a companionable darkness that isn't yours.

What are you so sad about? We're going to know him for the rest of our lives.

I appreciate when people listen to the sad songs, because it's almost like telling someone your problems and having them listen with a compassionate ear.

Part of me aches at the thought of her being so close yet so untouchable.

I was born when you kissed me.

You don't have to be sad to miss someone and wish they were still in your life.

The idea of giving someone something that I got, that makes me feel sad.

It is sad but true that sometimes we need the tragedy to help us to see how human we are and how we are more alike than we are different.

Each departed friend is a magnet that attracts us to the next world.

I will always love you Drizzt Do'Urden my life was full and without regret because I knew you and was completed by you. Sleep well, my love.

I don't want you to cook my bread, I don't want you to make my bed. I don't want you to because I'm sad and blue, I just want to make love to you.

A song is a song and, if I am emotionally connected to do it, whether it is sad or not sad, I am going to chase that song.

Distance cannot matter - ours is a friendship of the heart.

And do you know Monsieur Marius? I believe I was a little in love with you.

Won't it be sad to have an Internet connection to Mars if there are no Martians to write to or e-mail us?

It is loneliness that makes the loudest noise. This is true of men as of dogs.

When I am sad and wearyWhen I think all hope has goneWhen I walk along High HolbornI think of you with nothing on

It is sad when two people turn from the paths they're traveling, and their paths go on to cross without them.

He knew these last lines by heart and mouthed them now in the darkness. My reason for life. Not living, but life. That was the touch. And she was his reason for life, and why he must survive.

You can't be gone. I need you here, with me. What am I going to do without you?

The body is a house of many windows: there we all sit, showing ourselves and crying on the passers-by to come and love us.

To forget a friend is sad. Not every one has had a friend. And if I forget him, I may become like the grown?ups who are no longer interested in anything but figures.

It is not, Dear, because I am alone, For I am lonelier when the rest are near, But that my place against your heart has grown Too dear to dream of when you are not here.

Love is the distance between reality and pain.