Quotes About Connection

Whatever love was, I was sure they had it. I thought they had it a million times over.

You can't protect him from being hurt, babe, no matter what you do. Being vulnerable, letting people in, getting hurt . . . it's all a part of being in love." I take this in. "Trina, when did you figure out that you and my dad were the real thing?

We were never a thing, not really, but we almost were, and to me, that's something.

You know Kitty still loves you best," I say, which makes him smile. "I mean, I did teach her how to hock a loogie," Josh says. "You don't forget the person who teaches you something like that." He takes a long sip of his milkshake. "Hey, they're doing a Lord of the Rings marathon at the Bess this weekend. Wanna go?" "That's like…nine hours!" "Yeah, nine hours of awesome.

IT's a rare thing, to know someone so well, whether they'll pivot left or right.

Sing it just once for me," I prompt. Peter gives me a look. "Please? I love it when you sing. Your voice is so clean." He can't help but smile. Peter never met a compliment he didn't smile at.

But the really special thing I've included is my letter, the one I wrote to him so long ago, the one that brought us together. I wanted to keep it, but something felt right about Peter having it. One day all of this will be proof, proof that we were here, proof that we loved each other. It's the guarantee that no matter what happens to us in the future, this time was ours.

But with me he's been distant. Like even though he's right here next to me, he feels far away. Unreachable.

I felt a sudden rush of affection for her. Nostalgia, a shared history, counted for a lot. More than I'd realized.

There's a Korean word my grandma taught me. It's called jung. It's the connection between two people that can't be severed, even when love turns to hate. You still have those old feelings for them; you can't ever completely shake them loose of you; you will always have tenderness in your heart for them. I think this must be some part of what I feel for Genevieve. Jung is why I can't hate her. We're tied.

I know Josh and I will mend things, because we're neighbors, and that's how it goes with people you see a lot. They mend, almost on their own.

And just like that, our little family grows bigger.

It wasn't enough to know that deep down, he loved me. You had to actually say it to somebody, show them that you cared. And he just didn't. Not enough.

I steal a look at him. Is this how it goes? You fall in love, and nothing seems truly scary anymore, and life is one big possibility?

I go wherever you go.

It's nice to meet you in real life, Lara Jean,

This is our start. This is the moment it becomes real. We are married. We are infinite. Me and Conrad. The first boy I ever slow danced with, ever cried over. Ever loved.

Once upon a time I knew his face by heart. I had him memorized.

She hot-potatoes the phone to me.

and I have never loved him more than at this very moment.

Do you realize that we don't have a song? Like a song that's ours?" "Okay, then let's pick one." "It doesn't work like that. You don't just pick your song. The song picks you. Like the Sorting Hat.

scary when it's real. When it's not just thinking about a person, but, like, having a real live person in front of you, with, like, expectations. And wants.

His heart is beating while mine is breaking.

your sisters are yours for life.