Quotes About Connection

People you loved could be gone in a breath. So why didn't knowing that make it any easier to be vulnerable? To tell people that you loved them, that you were hurting, that you were afraid, or that, sometimes, at five in the morning, you were so alone in your own skin that you watched the weak light play across the ceiling, willing it toward dawn?

Evie was still crying and so didn't know what Sam whispered to Theta over the top of her head. She only knew that now there were two sets of arms around her, holding her close, holding her up. She only knew that she had family after all.

Could you look again, please?" the woman asked in a clipped, slightly British accent. "It was sent parcel post two weeks ago from Miss Felicity Worthington and addressed to Mrs. Rao, Mrs. Gemma Doyle Rao.

There's no time to be modest. Reason will not work here. Without warning, I kiss Kartik. His lips, pressed firmly against mine, are a surprise. They are warm, light as breath, firm as the give of a peach against my mouth. A scent like scorched cinnamon hangs in the air, but I'm not falling into any vision. It's his smell in me. A smell that makes my stomach drop through my feet. A smell that pushes all thought out of my head and replaces it with an overpowering hunger for more.

In the end, I take my shoes off and stick my feet in, letting the lukewarm water lick at my ankles. It feels good, and not just because I'm stoned. I make a mental note to add this to Dulcie's list of things worth living for. For some reason, I keep seeing her rolling her eyes at me, that big, goofy grin stretching her face like Silly Putty. On my private list, I add her smile. She doesn't have to know.

He smiles sadly. Now I know my destiny. What is it? This. He draws me in to him in a kiss. His lips are warm. He pulls me tighter in his embrace. The roots sigh and release their hold on my waist and the wound in my side is healed. Kartik, I cry, kissing his cheeks. It's let me go. That's good, he says. He makes a small cry. His back arches, and every muscle in his body tightens.

One day, Evie O'Neill, you're gonna fall head over heels for me!

It was a kiss small in its ministrations but epic in its feeling.

Why was there so much silence between men?

Theta rolled over, facing Evie, their noses nearly touching. "Evil?" "Yes?" "I love you. Now, shut up and go to sleep.

Blood is thicker than water. That's what they say. But in truth, most things are.

It was a thread woven through all of humankind: this need for story to explain the unexplainable, to comfort the hurting, to promise that no one was alone. Evie's uncle Will had said there was no greater power on earth than story. And in this shared moment, Memphis knew that it was so.

She holds and I do not break away, and that is something after all. We lie there, tethered to each other by the fragile promise of our fingers while the night grows bolder. Unafraid, it opens its mouth and swallows us whole.

You can never really know someone completely. That's why it's the most terrifying thing in the world, really - taking someone on faith, hoping they'll take you on faith too. It's such a precious balance, it's a wonder we do it at all.

Mabel did deserve to Rest In Peace, and Evie knew she was a terrible person, because of there was any ghost she longed to see, even for just a moment, it was Mabel's.

Tell me, do you have family near?" Miss Addie asked. "I'm an orphan," Theta said. "You're wrong." The old woman blinked up at the ceiling, her fingers waving in the air. "You do have family. I see it in your aura. They're… they're all around you.

She has a scent that is familiar and comforting, like all the things you wish you could take with you on your travels to make you feel less alone.

Eu considerei a sua cara e sabia a felicidad , Balder murmurs from the backseat, his eyes still closed. I looked upon your face and knew happiness. Without further warning, the sky opens up and cries.

Theta's hand slid just slightly toward Memphis's. He inched his forward, too, just grazing the tips of her fingers with his.

He took her face into his hands and his kiss blotted out the sky

The gasps catch from girl to girl like a brush fire.

They'd never discussed how to find one's place in the world, never talked of fathers and sons, or what makes someone a man. No. He and Will spoke in newspaper articles about ghosts. They conversed through the careful curation of supernatural knickknacks. And Jericho couldn't help but feel cheated at how little he'd gotten when he'd needed so much more.

There is no greater power on this earth than story....

That was the trouble with letting people in—once you'd taken off the armor, it was hard to put it back on.