Quotes About Connection

He looked at her and for a moment she lived in the bright blue worlds of his eyes, eagerly and confidently.

Amory: I love you. Rosalind: I love you- now.

They were smiling at each other as if this was the beginning of the world.

When she saw him face to face their eyes met and brushed like birds' wings. After that everything was all right, everything was wonderful, she knew that he was beginning to fall in love with her.

Her heart sank into her shoes as she realized at last how much she wanted him. No matter what his past was, no matter what he had done. Which was not to say that she would ever let him know, but only that he moved her chemically more than anyone she had ever met, that all other men seemed pale beside him.

I love her and that's the beginning of everything...

But you can love more than just one person, can't you?

I used to build dreams about you.

I don't like girls in the daytime,' he said shortly, and then thinking this a bit abrupt, he added: 'But I like you.' He cleared his throat. 'I like you first and second and third.

Celibacy goes deeper than the flesh.

It's all life is. Just going 'round kissing people.

Your photograph is all I have: it is with me from the morning when I wake up with a frantic half dream about you to the last moment when I think of you and of death at night.

He had seen me several times, and had intended to call on me long before, but a peculiar combination of circumstances had prevented it.

Kiss me now, love me now.

His hand took hold of hers, and as she said something low in his ear he turned toward her with a rush of emotion. I think that voice held him most, with its fluctuating, feverish warmth, because it couldn't be over-dreamed —that voice was a deathless song.

Never miss a party...good for the nerves--like celery.

They weren't happy, and neither of them had touched the chicken or the ale---and yet they weren't unhappy either. There was an unmistakable air of natural intimacy about the picture and anybody would have said that they were conspiring together.

When I'm with you, I don't breathe quite right.

Dick walked beside her, feeling her unhappiness, and wanting to drink the rain that touched her cheek.

Then a strange thing happened. She turned to him and smiled, and as he saw her smile every rag of anger and hurt vanity dropped form him - as though his very moods were but the outer ripples of her own, as though emotion rose no longer in his breast unless she saw fit to pull an omnipotent controlling thread.

I hope I haven't given you the impression that I consider kissing intrinsically irrational.

But some day I'm going to find somebody and love him and love him and never let him go.

their eyes are full of kindness as each feels the full effect of novelty after a short separation. They are drawing a relaxation from each other's presence, a new serenity.

They seemed nearer, not only mentally, but physically when they read ... Their chance was to make everything fine and finished and rich and imaginative; they must bend tiny golden tentacles from his imagination to hers, that would take the place of the great, deep love that was never so near, yet never so much of a dream.