Quotes About Connection

Tina hit that tingle in the back of his head, the fuse that usually stayed damp, the one that got lit on those rare occasions when he met a woman who actually scared him. It was sort of like sex, but harder to find.

What we craved was drugs. What we had was each other.

Lovers are not snails; they don't have to protrude from their shells and meet each other halfway. Meet me within your own self.

It mattered little if one was mute; people did not understand one another anyway. They collided with or charmed one another, hugged or trampled one another, but everyone knew only himself. His emotions, memory, and senses divided him from others as effectively as thick reeds screen the mainstream from the muddy bank. Like the mountain peaks around us, we looked at one another, separated by valleys, too high to stay unnoticed, too low to touch the heavens.

Our language has lost its ability to convey the spontaneous.

The things I write are for those who are willing to accept a new relationship between the reader and the author.

It seems that what I really want is a drug that will increase my consciousness of others, not myself.

The agony of having to share this small slice of world with big breakable humans who are really just uncovered beating hearts walking around spilling their viscera and their words everywhere, not bothering to clean up. Animals are a smooth punctuation to human parataxis, resisting our love out of modesty.

Hildie nodded. "You two look out for each other, eh?" "He'd die for me." Kai's eyes burned into her for a second. "I'd kill for him. That's the main difference between us.

Sus corazones enamorados palpitan al ritmo de la brisa, al ritmo del minuto, que aún, no ha terminado.

Él no respondió, simplemente, la volvió a besar y su respiración se volvió una sola con la de ella.

toca sus corazones, la piel empieza a transpirar a desear.

El beso estremeció su piel.

Sus miradas se cruzaron desde la lejanía, un frío intenso penetró sus cuerpos ausentes, desde que se cocieron en un vagón sombrío del metro de Buenos Aires

That's sad. How plastic and artificial life has become. It gets harder and harder to find something…real." Nin interlocked his fingers, and stretched out his arms. Real love, real friends, real body parts…

Maybe you could be mine / or maybe we'll be entwined / aimless in this sexless foreplay.

I envy people that know love. That have someone who takes them as they are.

When someone loves you, the way they say your name is different. You know that your name is safe in their mouth.

As far as she could tell, men didn't have close friendships, not like women did, but they still had that human need for connection. Every movie and TV show and magazine article told them it was their job to go out and grab what they wanted at the same time it told them that women were theirs for the taking.

For a long time, they leaned against the wall, foreheads pressed together, breathing matched. They were one body, bound by the passion they'd shared. Mariah didn't think she'd felt so close to a lover before. As if he sensed those deeper thoughts, John kissed her cheek with such gentleness that it brought tears to her eyes and withdrew from her.

He looked down at her and caught a whiff of the honeysuckle fragrance of her hair. God, how he loved that smell. He'd planted fourteen honeysuckle bushes around his estate in Crestwood five years ago just to have a tiny piece of her there with him.

And even if they don't find what they're looking for, isn't it enough to be out walking together in the sunlight?

Then she smiled, and in that instant, if such a thing were possible, Pasquale fell in love, and he would remain in love for the rest of his life--not so much with the woman, whom he didn't even know, but with the moment.

He thought it might be the most intimate thing possible, to fall asleep next to someone in the afternoon.