Quotes About Connection

Nici el, nici ea nu trebuie s? fie perfecÈ›i, e nevoie doar s?-È™i dea din când în când câte-un semn care s? arate c? È™tiu c? e greu de tr?it cu ei.

Most of what makes a book 'good' is that we are reading it at the right moment for us.

There is no doubt that a person's charms are less frequently a cause of love than a remark such as: "No, this evening I shan't be free.

Compatibility is an achievement of love, it shouldn't be the precondition of love.

Bu ça??n garipliklerinden biri, arkadaÅŸl?k kurman?n en kolay yolunun genelde kar??n?zdakinden soyunmas?n? istemek olmas?.

love is a skill rather than an enthusiasm.

If a traveller was to feel personally involved with (rather than guiltily obedient towards) 'the walls and ceilings of the church decorated with nineteenth-century frescoes and paintings...', he or she would have to be able to connect these facts--as boring as a fly--with one of the large, blunt questions to which genuine curiosity must be anchored.

He feeds her his worlds.

Watching crowds step off the escalators and onto the concourse, I thought it miraculous that in the midst of so many people, I should ever be able to find her--as well as testimony to the strange particularities of desire that it should be precisely she whom I needed to find.

It's more than mere coyness to refer to what they have done as "making love." They haven't just had sex; they have translated their feelings—appreciation, tenderness, gratitude, and surrender—into a physical act.

what we call a home is merely any place that succeeds in making more consistently available to us the important truths which the wider world ignores, or which our distracted and irresolute selves have trouble holding on to. As we write, so we build: to keep a record of what matters to us.

To look at the paper is to raise a seashell to one's ear and to be overwhelmed by the roar of humanity.

The only people who can still strike us as normal are those we don't yet know very well. The best cure for love is to get to know them better.

At this last stop before the road enters the endless forest, what we have in common with others can loom larger than what separates us.

It is a quirk of the age that the easiest way to start a friendship with someone is generally by asking them to get undressed.

It may come very fast, this certainty that another human being is a soulmate. We needn't have spoken with them; we may not even know their name. Objective knowledge doesn't come into it. What matters instead is intuition: a spontaneous feeling that seems all the more

I did not live Chloe for her body, I loved her body for the promise of who she was. It was a most inspiring promise

love is the pursuit in another of qualities we lack in ourselves, then in our love of someone from another country, one ambition may be to weld ourselves more closely to values missing from our own culture.

I felt ready to abandon selfabsorption for the sake of consummate empathy, to catalogue every one of Chloe's memories, to become a historian of her childhood, to learn all of her loves and fears. Everything that could possibly have played itself out within her mind and body had promptly grown fascinating.

I am the soul brother to everything that lives, to the giraffe and to the crocodile as much as to man.

Love stories begin not when we fear someone may be unwilling to see us again but when they decide they would have no objection to seeing us all the time; not when they have every opportunity to run away but when they have exchanged solemn vows promising to hold us, and be held captive by us, for life.

It is a wonderful thing to live in a world where so many people are nice to children. It would be even better if we lived in one where we were a little nicer to the childlike sides of one another.

They haven't just had sex; they have translated their feelings – appreciation, tenderness, gratitude and surrender – into a physical act.

I kiss, therefore I do not think.