Quotes About Connection

A big laugh, a glass of wine, time to talk and laugh with each other, a moment to notice the simple pleasures -- these are the keys to a quality of life.

It's important not to ditch your mates when you're in a relationship. Lots of girls do it, but you need to remember they will always be there for you.

I love romantic comedies, or romantic dramas - basically anything with love in it.

The world can be a great big scary place, and finding a soul mate is no simple task. But if you're lucky enough to do just that, sometimes that's all that you need: one person to belong to—who also belongs to you.

Damn, Claire. Warn a guy before you do a face-plant on the floor next time. I could have looked all heroic and caught you or something -Shane

Claire stretched out against the wall and kissed it. "Glad to see you, too," she whispered, and pressed her cheek against the smooth surface. It almost felt like it hugged her back. "Dude, it's a house ," Shane said from behind her. "Hug somebody who cares.

Okay, this was kissing. Serious kissing. Not just a kiss before moving out, not a good-bye, this was Hello, sexy, and wow, she'd never even suspected that it could feel this way.

It is a wholesome and necessary thing for us to turn again to the earth and in the contemplation of her beauties to know of wonder and humility.

But man is a part of nature, and his war against nature is inevitably a war against himself.

It is a wholesome and necessary thing for us to turn again to the earth and in the contemplation of her beauties to know the sense of wonder and humility.

Those who dwell, as scientists or laymen, among the beauties and mysteries of the earth, are never alone or weary of life.

It's bullshit to think of friendship and romance as being different. They're not. They're just variations of the same love. Variations of the same desire to be close.

It's bullshit to think of friendship and romance as being different. They're not. They're just variations of the same love. Variations of the same desire to be close.

The important people in our lives leave imprints. They may stay or go in the physical realm, but they are always there in your heart, because they helped form your heart. There's no getting over that.

I want to believe there is a somebody out there for me. I want to believe that I exist to be there for that somebody.

I'm thinking I would like to dance in the rain with this person. I would like to lie next to him in the dark and watch him breathe and watch him sleep and wonder what he's dreaming about and not get an inferiority complex if the dreams aren't about me.

We are the ones who take this thing called music and line it up with this thing called time. We are the ticking, we are the pulsing, we are underneath every part of this moment. And by making the moment our own, we are rendering it timeless. There is no audience. There are no instruments. There are only bodies and thoughts and murmurs and looks. It's the concert rush to end all concert rushes, because this is what matters. When the heart races, this is what it's racing towards.

I love snow for the same reason I love Christmas: It brings people together while time stands still. Cozy couples lazily meandered the streets and children trudged sleds and chased snowballs. No one seemed to be in a rush to experience anything other than the glory of the day, with each other, whenever and however it happened.

Prayer or not, I want to believe that, despite all evidence to the contrary, it is possible for anyone to find that one special person. That person to spend Christmas with or grow old with or just to take a nice silly walk in Central Park with. Somebody who wouldn't judge another for the prepositions they dangle, or their run-on sentences, and who in turn wouldn't be judged for the snobbery of their language etymology inclinations.

There is no such thing as a soulmate…and who would want there to be? I don't want half of a shared soul. I want my own damn soul." Ely in Naomi and Ely's No Kiss List Rachel Cohn and David Levithan

Somewhere between a friend and acquaintance—a frequaintance, as it were.

We could make a meal of what's left in this box: potato, onion, rind of cheese, elderly egg. We could make another baby without much fear, at our age. Name her Rosa and set her in the yard with us, pulling weeds, listening to the birds dusting their wings in the drive. We could instead just hold each other here in the cold house, and say enough, enough.

And likewise I was beginning to see my own fears and desires manifested outside myself, was beginning to see in other people's lives a commentary on my own.

I probably didn't share his feelings – he hoped, really, that I didn't – but he was no longer interested in socialising; in fact, increasingly he found other people positively bewildering. The interesting ones are like islands, he said: you don't bump into them on the street or at a party, you have to know where they are and go to them by arrangement.