Quotes About Connection

Love is all we have, the only way that each can help the other.

Hurry, come hold me, though I am dead. Shed tears on my body as on my grave.

Ojalá cobraran voz mis brazos, y mis manos, y mi pelo, y mis pies, por el arte de Dédalo o de algún dios, para agarrarse todos de tus rodillas, conjurándote con llanto y con palabras de todas las clases.

Of people my own age, friends and relatives, you are my favorite. You're all those things to me

Los mortales deberían contraer entre sí sentimientos amorosos moderados, sin llegar hasta los tuétanos del alma, y los afectos del corazón deberían ser fáciles de desatar para rechazarlos o apartarlos

O child. You are mine, though you do evil.

Speak to me, wood pigeon. I need your voice.

We don't have anything in common. We just complement each other. You don't have to do everything together; you need some distance between you. But there's no ideal distance and there are only two possibilities: either you reduce the distance or you enlarge it. And because we want to reduce the distance, we're going to get married. Some time or another.

I think it's better if you rely on the fact you belong together, instead of having to reinvent your togetherness every day. People who say right off the bat that they don't want to take risks because their relationship is going to dissolve anyway - well, you might just as well split up right away. Why wait?

He's alone, You're alone, that's more than enough to have in common. What else do you want?

Slowly, Anna put up a hand to his muzzle and began to scratch that spot behind the ear where large dogs keep their souls.

Loneliness had taught Harriet that there was always someone who understood - it was just so often that they were dead, and in a book.

He then kissed her. It was a very long time before he let her go. When he did, she looked up at him, hurt and bewilderment on her face. "Why did you stop?" asked Tessa. "I thought you might want to breathe," said Guy carefully. "Breathe?" said Tessa, shocked. "I don't need to breathe when I'm with you.

For an instant she felt his touch on her cheek then he stepped back. There that was my ration for all eternity. People have died for less I dare say.

Mama was amazing like that; I spent most of my teenage years assuming that she knew nothing about me, and all of my twenties realizing that she knew everything.

How lucky I am to have known somebody and something that saying goodbye to is so damned awful.

The heart is capable of sacrifice. So is the vagina. The heart is able to forgive and repair. It can change it's shape to let us in. It can expand to let us out. So can the vagina. It can ache for us and stretch for us, die for us and bleed and bleed us into this difficult, wondrous world. So can the vagina. I was there in the room. I remeber.

I want to touch you in real time not find you on YouTube, I want to walk next to you in the mountains not friend you on Facebook.

What does your vagina smell like?' ANSWER: 'My husband's face.

Wanting to fall in love and being totally unable to trust, hungering for connection and always finding it claustrophobic.

When we make love, it's going to be making love. I want more than just your amazing body, Autumn. I want all of you." She felt him swallow against the top of her head. "I don't know who broke your heart, but I'm going to earn your trust. And we will make love.

Eric & Julie Wrapped Around You

perhaps all our lovers are merely hints and symbols; vagabond languages scrawled on gate-posts and paving stones along the weary road that others have trampled before us; perhaps you and I are types and this sadness which sometimes falls between us springs from disappointment in our search, each straining through and beyond each other, snatching a glimpse now and then of the shadow which turns the corner always a pace or two ahead of us.

As my intimacy with his family grew, I became part of the world which he sought to escape; I became one of the bonds which held him.