Quotes About Connection

Heroes didn't leap tall buildings or stop bullets with an outstretched hand; they didn't wear boots and capes. They bled, and they bruised, and their superpowers were as simple as listening, or loving. Heroes were ordinary people who knew that even if their own lives were impossibly knotted, they could untangle someone else's. And maybe that one act could lead someone to rescue you right back.

All any of us wanted, really, was to know that we counted. That someone else's life would not have been as rich without us here.

You know someone's right for you when the things they don't have to say are even more important than the things they do.

I was one of the first authors to have an active website. I'm totally obsessed with technology. I'm always looking for ways to connect with my readers. I answer all my fan mail.

words are like nets - we hope they'll cover what we mean, but we know they can't possibly hold that much joy, or grief, or wonder.

How could he convey to someone who'd never even met her the way she always smelled like rain, or how his stomach knotted up every time he saw her shake loose her hair from its braid? How could he describe how it felt when she finished his sentences, turnec the mug they were sharing so that her mouth landed where his had been? How did he explain the way they could be in a locker room, or underwater, or in the piney woods of Maine, bus as long as Em was with him, he was at home?

People ask all the time how I'm doing, but the truth is, they don't really want to know.

She was all the things I wasn't. And i was all the things she wasn't. she could paint circles around anyone; I couldn't even draw a straight line. She was never into sports; I've always been. Her hand, it fit mine.

and he suddenly knew that if she killed herself, he would die. Maybe not immediately, maybe not with the same blinding rush of pain, but it would happen. You couldn't live for very long without a heart.

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

If you have a sister and she dies, do you stop saying you have one? Or are you always a sister, even when the other half of the equation is gone?

and he suddenly knew that if she killed herself, he would die. Maybe not immediately, maybe not with the same blinding rush of pain, but it would happen. You couldn't live for very long without a heart.

When you love someone, you say their name different. Like it's safe inside your mouth.

The bottom line is that we never fall for the people we're supposed to.

Did you ever walk through a room that's packed with people, and feel so lonely you can hardly take the next step?

When you love someone you let them take care of you.

At this rate I never want to talk to you again. Stay mad at me, Allie. It allows us to communicate in other ways.

Carter placed her fingers over his hand and signed a single sign. "I love you too," she answered. "How did you know what I said?" He moved his fingers along her arm trying to convince himself she was truly with him. "I listened with my heart." Her gaze locked with his.

He couldn't just take her home, bed her, and wait for children to pop out. Somewhere in between, he'd have to talk to her.

Again, please," she whispered. (Allie to Wes)

She pulled a chair to the tiny table "I'm starving." "So am I," he answered, but when she glanced up he was looking at her and not the food.

I tried all kinds of approaches: sexy, friendly, intimidating—nothing worked. I'm starting to think there's an invisible force field that prevents honest communication between X and Y chromosomes.

I guess sometimes it takes a while for the heart to get the memo from the brain.

Maybe illusion and artifice—lies, even—are a necessary part of romance.