Quotes About Connection

When they made up, it was as if nothing had happened at all. In fact, it was like they were stuck even closer together, like they had gotten even more tangled in each other.

I think we could be friends," he said, falling into step with her. "It's perfect because I wouldn't fall in love with you, like I do with the mermaids. Girls always seem so exotic. But it would be okay with you, because you're more like...you know. Not like a girl." He shrugged.

I just wanted to see if... we were okay," she said, feeling relief. "Just to make sure we can be friends. I don't want it to be weird, you know?" Friends? Different parts of Birdie died as she said it. It was like stars exploding and burning one by one. She wondered if this was part of getting older. Parts of your heart exploded and died.

It's strange, isn't it, how we can push people away because we want to be near them? Isn't that the silliest thing?

I'll teach you," Tiger Lily offered with a shrug of her shoulders. "Did your mother teach you?" he asked. "I don't have a mother," she said. "Like you." For some reason, Peter was glad to hear it.

I think the rest of the world is not as cold and lonely a place as you think. At least I have to hope.

I like to think that one day after I die, at least one small particle of me will float away to Neverland, and be apart of a flower or something like that. I like to think that nothing's final, and that everyone gets to be together even when it looks like they don't, that it all works out even when all the evidence seems to say something else...

Tiger Lily, you know Moon Eye isn't for me." "She is," Tiger Lily said. "She's like me. They're two different things. You're..." He swallowed. "You're everything to me. You know that. Don't pretend that you don't.

Love can't be taken back once it's given

Because I think people must be the same everywhere. Only these people are in my bones.

With her mother, Leeda acted a lot.

It was almost as if he was giving her his silence, so that all of her anger had a place to go.

I like to think that nothing's final, and that everyone gets to be together even when it looks like they don't, that it all works out even when all the evidence seems to say something else, that you and I are always young in the woods, and that I'll see you sometime again, even if it's not with any kind of eyes I know of or understand.

Friends, she had realized, could make you do that. Forget the things that worried you most.

I think people everywhere are the same. Only these people are my bones.

But Lily pushed on. "Why do you think that is, that you love these people you don't know?" Adri shook her head. "I don't. I'm just curious." Lily shrugged. Offhandedly, as they were leaving the room, she said, "Maybe it's because you're invisible to them. Maybe that's why you let them in." She tapped on the wall on her way out, as if for good luck. "It's less scary that way.

Something about you makes me feel like I can tell you things like that. You're so still. It's like, you'll just hear it." He smiled wryly. "I can't even hear what I'm thinking most of the time," he said, his brow wrinkling. "My brain's noisy.

If there was a true moment that Tiger Lily fell so in love with Peter she could never turn back, it was that night, when he shivered and walked and told her he was warm, and told her he loves her so much.

She tucked her letter and her picture in alongside it, and she ran her hands over those too. It made her feel closer to many things that were far away, that made her smile.

She actually liked the idea that she might be made out of stars.

You love me," she said. "That's enough. We love each other." "Yes. Yes, that's true." He smiled. "We are a love story.

And when she surfaces from her dream, she calls me by my old name, though no one uses it anymore. And she turns to me, her eyelashes fluttering in the glare that surrounds me, and whispers to me in one short syllable. Tink.

But you are the only person I can show myself to. You always made my rough edges feel real.

I like to think that nothing's final, and that everyone gets to be together even when it looks like they don't, that it all works out even when all the evidence seems to say something else, that you and I are always young in the woods, and that I'll see you sometime again, even if it's not with any kind of eyes I know of or understand.