Quotes About Connection

May wished more than anything that she could show them both how much she loved them. She felt very sorry. Her whole heart was sorry for everything she had ever done to worry them. She closed her eyes and tried to send her love all the way to Earth. She didn't know if it could travel that far.

But you'll be back. I know you will. You won't be able to let us go now.

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. I wouldn't be surprised if that is the way things go after all - that all things end happy. Even for you and Tik Tok. and for you and me.

No one seemed to notice that Pine Sap had taken his life into his hands by holding hers.

I knew them almost as well as she did, because watching him love Tiger Lily was better than not watching him at all.

Actually, May have been thinking of something her mom had said. About how you didn't make friends, but let them happen.

But the last time they were all at the orchard together, Birdie only found one lone blossom, drying up. She took it with her and tucked it in her hair. What mattered was still there. That was what they all felt, and it was what surprised them all. What mattered couldn't be shaken.

The quartz rocks stared at her as if they, too, wanted to go wherever she was headed. Once she was dressed she pulled the smallest one off the shelf and let it hitch a ride in her in her pocket, for luck.

Lily?" she whispered. Lily didn't move. "Can I tell you something?" Lilly breathed deeply, clearly asleep. "I think all my life my heart's been broken," Adri whispered, "and I didn't even notice. And I don't even know by what.

Barky was at her heels, and he let out a low, plaintive growl. She scooped him up and held him to her face the way Birdie had held the kitten---so naturally. They sniffed each other's noses. It felt kind of good.

I was so nervous when I put my hand on his cheek and felt the scars and said, "You're a beautiful sight," and put my lips to his.

Ohhh," Pumpkin moaned. May moaned in her heart too.

He smiled again, and I felt the smile in my fingers and in the soles of my feet; it invaded me like a bad spirit, and Tiger Lily shivered

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

Studying him, I had time to realize I was scared of him. Spending time with him was like opening a window to get air. I didn't know why he chose me to share his blood with when we were kids. And I supposed that's what happens when someone who awes you also chooses to be insterested in you. You can't help but fear it, and you don't want to let it disappear, and you want to be enough to deserve it. I guessed that was a story as old as time.

It was strange. She'd been around the girls at school her entire life. But within these few minutes she began to feel like she had known this one for a million years.

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

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." She

Here's a thing or two I've learned about memories. They are like seeds; love can grow from them. They look different depending on the day when they are remembered. They are slippery, malleable things, apt to be altered. They can be clutched too tightly. Their absence can cause fractures that run deep between people, towns, whole countries. They are meant sometimes, to be let go.

As a child, Leeda Cawley-Smith had had a natural attachment to animals, and they had had a natural attachment to her---cats and dogs were constantly following her home and even squirrels let her get close enough to feed them nuts.

Inside, the animals greeted her. A parrot that had arrived that week, cage and all, squawked at her. The dogs---four of them now---launched into happy yips. One of the cats that had shown up on the porch rubbed itself against her legs. "Oh God, I'm Dr. Dolittle," Leeda said out loud.

Tufty, a recently arrived border terrier, jumped up on her lap, licking her face. Leeda pulled him close, suddenly, and held him, sinking her face into his ears, feeling the warmth of his body against hers, feeling guilty that he wasn't Barky but also feeling happy that he was there. She couldn't imagine holding another person that way. It was love at its simplest.

You don't love someone because they're perfect, you love them in spite of the fact that they're not.

Sometimes there aren't words. The silence between us is flung wide as an ocean. But I manage to reach across it, to wrap my arms around him.