Quotes About Connection

I don't remember who said this, but there really are places in the heart you don't even know exist until you love a child.

We can't understand when we're pregnant, or when our siblings are expecting, how profound it is to have a shared history with a younger generation: blood, genes, humor. It means we were actually here, on Earth, for a time - like the Egyptians with their pyramids, only with children.

Your experiences will be yours alone. But truth and best friendship will rarely if ever disappoint you.

I am the woman I grew to be partly in spite of my mother, and partly because of the extraordinary love of her best friends, and my own best friends' mothers, and from surrogates, many of whom were not women at all but gay men. I have loved them my entire life, even after their passing.

For some of us, books are as important as almost anything else on earth. What a miracle it is that out of these small, flat, rigid squares of paper unfolds world after world after world, worlds that sing to you, comfort and quiet or excite you. Books help us understand who we are and how we are to behave. They show us what community and friendship mean; they show us how to live and die.

I don't remember who said this, but there really are places in the heart you don't even know exist until you love a child.

No one is fine on his own. People just say they are.

Mr. Wiggles seems taken with you." "It tried to urinate on me the other day. I prefer not to be 'taken' by something like that.

I suppose I will just have to make sure that I marry someone I look forward to curling around every morning. Whom I can't be without before breakfast. Or in the noon. Whom I need to race home to see after each appointment. Determined to lock her in my rooms, not because I need to hide anything but because I'd just as soon have her all to myself. To look upon her beloved face and hear her lips whisper in my ear.

That if he were killed in the next few weeks, it would assuredly be near her. At her feet, in her bed. Inside of her. Unfortunately, that last thought just made him think that if he had to choose his final moments, being inside Charlotte would really be the way to go.

But it had always been that smile. Not her position as Henry Wilcox's possible wife nor the possibility that he could take his enemies down by manipulating her family. Those hadn't been the things that had driven him when it came to his feelings for her. It had been that smile. Through the shadows of the theater that first night. When their eyes had met. She had smiled. Simply. Warmly. Looking directly at him, unaware that she should be afraid.

Never frightening her with anything but her own feelings for him.

This was what marriage was like, being able to look one's fill.

Yes, I think I like all of those images. I can see your head thrown back and that long, smooth neck exposed to me in all of them.' His finger trailed down the side of her throat. 'Your eyes are becoming even more smoky and sensual, Marietta. From the inside out now, rather than the outside in. Shall we see what happens when the knowledge blooming there becomes a large, petaled rose?

She leaned down, a fraction closer, and for some reason unknown to man, he lifted his head the tiniest bit. Enough so she could brush his cheek with her lips. "Good night, Mr. Merrick.

Tell me what has happened in this week that you've been absent from my window.

Instead of finding her in the shadows, this visit would anchor something between them in rising daylight.

Even should I wither from lack of food, lack of drink. I would be happy to exist solely on the feel of your lips against mine, I think.

You always make me feel strange." His gaze sharpened, and she plowed ahead. "I don't mean that in the negative. But you do, and have, ever since that night I met you. I can't say I rightly felt that way before that night, though there was something about you across the theater that made me want to get you to smile at me in return. Still, it was that night we met. I had never felt such a reaction to a man before. Something tight and uncertain and exciting. Wild.

She smiled at him. Why was she always smiling at him? It made him tense.

He slowly smiled. 'Good. We'll start with the basics.' Her mind went blank. 'Basics?' 'Of kissing. Most people aren't good at kissing right from the start.' He looked her over. 'Unless you are a natural.' She blinked stupidly. His hand reached up and touched her cheek, gently tilting her head. 'It's like connecting puzzle pieces when you kiss. Or when you do anything else of a sexual nature.' The parts of her brain not already blank blessedly went dark.

Below birds crossing the lake of the sky and purple martins on power lines, down to the trees and one thing my brother said that stays with me from Long Island to Vermont, something about trees being conductors of spirit ...

Home is where the heart is.

Love makes you see a place differently, just as you hold differently an object that belongs to someone you love. If you know one landscape well, you will look at all other landscapes differently. And if you learn to love one place, sometimes you can also learn to love another.