Quotes About Connection

I think being friends with you will be challenging, he said at last. 'Will be challenging'? Henry shrugged. I guess you're stuck with me now, Miss Chan. I apologize in advance.

And afterward, in the small cabin, they'd do this, this tangle of bodies, this blurring of the edges that kept people distant and lonely.

He imagined that one day he'd hear that his parents were gone and feel only a vague sense of loss. How could you mourn something you'd never really had?

I still want to cry when I hear Sam's voice. Sam raised an eyebrow at Evie's jibe. She smiled back.

Sam had a skill that often let him take what he needed. But you couldn't do that with love. It had to be given. Shared.

He'd gone goofy for her, and if she broke his heart, that would be the end of the best friendship he'd ever had. He couldn't risk that.

There is no greater power on this earth than story. The Diviners by Libba Bray page 407 paragraph 4 sentence 1

It has carried shouts of love, and it has dried tears to salt tracks on more faces than it can number.

just don't know how we make this work between us," Alma said quietly. Ling blushed with shame. Sex. It was about sex, or the lack thereof. From the corner of her eye, she watched as Alma laced her beautiful fingers and placed them in her lap. And then Ling forced herself to keep her gaze on the man across the street sweeping his patch of sidewalk. Ling watched the bristles pushing against the wilted flowers and felt as if she, too, were being brushed into the gutter.

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 skin that you watched the weak light play across the ceiling, willing it toward dawn?

Ling loved Alma, but when she thought of making that love sexual, it was like a wire that didn't quite connect to a battery. It was more theoretical than actual. She liked kissing and cuddling, but she knew that alone wasn't sufficient for Alma.

Well, now, you see, I have a firm religion that I never drink hot cocoa by myself. It's against my religion. You have a religion? Ling sniffled. Well, no. Not really. But if I did, that would be the first commandment.

What if our love is like a new species, something with no classification yet? What if what we have together doesn't fit neatly into any labeled drawer? That doesn't mean it isn't real.

Una pregunta para la eternidad: ¿está locamente enamorada de mí la dama que tengo a la derecha?

Bueno..., el viernes pasado, cuando los dos estábamos junto a los buzones... - ¿Sí? Evie movió las cejas insinuantemente. - Me puse muy cerca de él... - Ajá. - Y le dije, así, sin más: «Qué día más bonito, ¿verdad?». - ¿Y? - Y eso fue todo. Bueno, me contestó que sí. Así que ambos estuvimos de acuerdo respecto al clima.

Memphis's eyes fluttered open. Theta's eyes were wide, and she was crying. 'Did I hurt you?' She laughed through tears. 'You could never hurt me.

You have no idea how much you can come to know about a person when you see inside their dreams

It was Mabel Evie called when she got back. Mabel who came to her side, even though it was very early in the morning.

How can anyone own the woods?" Evie grumbled. "Only the woods own the woods.

High above it all, the window washers hoist themselves up by the miracle of rope and hover in midair on small planks to clean away the grit of so many dreams discarded. They wipe their cloths until the lives on the other side of the window become clearer. Every now and then, faces appear at these windows. Eyes meet for a second, maybe two, the observed and the observer each surprised to find the other exists. Then they look quickly away, the connection unmade, islands once more.

cool koko also says Dumb animals know more about humans than dumb humans know about animals.

An object that has been owned and cherished by other human beings for centuries develops a personality of its own that reaches out to you. It's like an old friend. Do

As Qwilleran approached it a squirrel ran up a tree, looked down at him, and scolded.

friends, and, of course,—he glanced toward their sleeping daughter—the love of a father and mother for their child. All these taken together, with all the joy and pain that they confer—that can save us, surely. Love of life, Alix. You have it. And since I've found you, so do I.