Quotes About Connection

If anybody could have saved me, it would have been you.

His hand is firm and warm, and somehow, big as it is, it fits with mine.

She and I have gotten to be kind of friendly, and that's making me very, very happy. Like stupidly happy. Like so-happy-my-friends-can't-stand-to-be-around-me happy.

I want you to know I am rooting for you. Sometimes you need to hear that, even from a stranger.

surrounded by people but alone.

Violet says, 'Are you okay now?' Her hair is windblow and her cheeks are flushed. Whather she likes it or not, she seemes happy. I take a good long look at her.

Stars in the sky, stars on the ground. It's hard to tell where the sky ends and the earth begins.

You know what I like about you, Finch? You're interesting. You're different. And I can talk to you. Don't let that go to your head." The

Your identifier is you. I remember your eyes. Your mouth. The freckles on both cheeks that look like constellations. I know your smiles, at least three of them, and at least eight of your expressions, including the ones you only do with your eyes. If I could draw, I would draw you, and I wouldn't need to look at you to do it. Because your face is stuck in my mind. - Jack, Holding Up the Universe

For a second, I think he's going to kiss me. For a second, I want him to.

We tread water, looking at each other, and suddenly there's not enough water in the world to clean away my dirty thoughts. She

So it's good and it's bad and it hurts, but I like thinking about him. If I think about him, he won't be completely gone either. Just because they're dead, they don't have to be. And neither do we.

But I bring it up to let you know that this is the way I feel right now. Like Jupiter are aligned with the earth and i'm floating.

I catch her eyes and she's smiling at me. It's the kind of smile you smile when you're thinking someone over and trying to decide how you feel about them.

I can feel the apology in his fingers, and this takes the wind out of me, so I lean into him—just a little—and read over his shoulder. His hand is warm and I don't want to stop holding it. We

If he really loves you, he'll find a way.

It's my experience that people are a lot more sympathetic if they can see you hurting.

I think about how amazing it is that you can have someone that close to you, that for the first time you literally aren't alone in your body anymore. Yet somehow you can still feel lonely.

He is angry at the world outside this house, and that makes me love him even more.

Estamos todos sozinhos, presos num corpo e na nossa própria cabeça, e qualquer companhia que temos na vida é passageira e superficial.

He smiles at me, and for the first time I notice how blue his eyes are- like, bright-shy blue.

My hand feels cold without his.

You are not alone." Before I can tell him, Actually I am, which is part of the problem; we are all alone, trapped in these bodies and our own minds, and whatever company we have in this life is only fleeting and superficial

but maybe even the smallest places mean something.