Quotes About Connection

I knew why. I knew I loved you from the moment you barreled out of your house and demanded to help us move in. From the first time you held my hand and led me down to our fort by the cul-de-sac." She sighed. "I loved you every minute of it. And every single time we got close enough that I thought you might love me too, you pulled away.

I wanted to tell her I loved her. I wanted to tell her things would be simple. I wanted to tell her the soft animal of my body wanted only the soft animal of hers. But instead, I let myself succumb to the warmth of her skin and the rhythm of her breath, slipping back into a half-sleep.

I kissed her on the top of her head and hoped that she knew that that meant I love you. She slid her arm around me, underneath my shirt, skin pressed to skin, and I knew that she meant I love you, too.

It was a light, soft kiss. Just a peck, really, but the second her lips touched mine, everything inside of me went quiet. Everything in me steadied, calmed, warmed. It was like taking that first good sip of hot chocolate; not the one that burned your mouth, but the one after, when it had cooled to just the right temperature.

You can't build homes out of people, but that didn't stop me from letting Noah burrow her way into my heart. The fireplace in our living room crackled and bloomed as her eyelids drifted slowly shut, and I thought that no matter where we were, no matter what we did, home would always be with her

This is one of those times when explaining a feeling cannot measure up to actually having the feeling

Mama always said a good family has one heartbeat. No one knows you like the people you live with, and no one will take up your cause to the outside world quite like your blood relatives.

Ciro took Enza's face in his hands. I have loved you all of my life. I was a boy who knew nothing, but when I met you, somehow I understood everything

When I close my eyes, all I ever see is her face. There is no place or time without her. Where I am doesn't matter when we're apart. All I want is her.

There are many gifts a friend brings to a woman's life. History. Empathy. Honesty. Lucky was the woman who kept a childhood friend because that friend remembered what you looked like, who you were, and your people. Lucky was the woman who had a friend from the age of ten, when girls were brave, gutsy, and full of questions and had the time and pep to seek the answers. That friend knew who you really were. That friend had seen your soul.

When people are filled to the brim with love, they are their most beautiful.

If you truly love someone, when he is cut, you bleed.

The only urgent thing in life is the pursuit of love. You get that one right, and you've solved the mystery

La famiglia eterna.

You'll always be my girl. You were from the first moment I saw you. You were sitting in church with your brothers. You were eight years old, and I was twelve, and I thought, I hope she waits for me. Lucia, I'll wait forever if I have to.

The intimacy. The deepest level of love. The knowledge that someone understands you, is rooting for you, is sharing your life.

What I wouldn't give to have known my father with my mother in love-together, you know, just the two of them, in the kitchen laughing, making a sandwich, or holding hands on the street, seeing my father open a car door for my other. The absence of those things are what makes you an orphan-it's the ordinary everyday expressions of love you miss.

There was an especially deep bond between the eldest and the youngest. Enza and Stella were the beginning and end, the alpha and omega, the bookends that held all the family stories from start to finish as well as the various shades and hues of personality and temperament.

There is no greater purpose for art than to move you, to elevate your mood, to make you think, to remind you of places you have been or places you want to build. It does everything—nourishes the soul and lifts the spirits of the people.

Orphans have many parents.

I have decided that love is only real and true when it makes you feel safe.

When you lose someone, they take a bigger place in your heart, not a smaller one. Every day it grows, because you don't stop loving them. You wish you could talk to them.

How can you quantify the moment when a person laughs, or when they cry, when they feel? You can't. It's the human experience.

There are many gifts a friend brings to a woman's life. History. Empathy. Honesty. Lucky was the woman who kept a childhood friend because that friend remembered what you looked like, who you were, and your people.