Quotes About Connection

She stared up at him and for an instant his expression went soft all over her before he turned away, gritting his teeth. Dean felt her gentle touch everywhere, in places he'd never thought about before. Like his heart.

If you'll just settle down and listen, I'll explain. Cautiously, he turned her around so she faced him. Then, before she could protest, he looked at her mouth, appeared drawn there and he started kissing her again, light, teasing kisses. I swear, Frannie, you have the sexiest mouth. In about two seconds, I'm going to unman you with my knee. He released her and stepped back so quickly, she almost smiled. Now, if you insist, you can explain while you help me move my stuff. -Booker and Frannie

Planning to be a seducer was difficult enough. Talking about it with the seducee would be impossible.

Grace? He kissed her again, then again and again, lingering here and there, tasting her. Her toes curled as he licked a sensitive spot on her nape. Grace sighed and squirmed against him. Oh no you don't, Noah scolded. No more tempting me to unreasonable levels of lust. We need nourishment, woman. And to punctuate that, he gave her hip a swat. What would you like to eat?

Everything about you suits everything in me.

He could talk to a buzzard and make it coo.

I might not be able to break the Gunderson curse, but I can break the curse of having a friend like you.

If you decide you have to kill yourself," he said, "in the last second before you act, picture my face. Listen to me giving you one last plea not to do it. And know that someone really cares.

These people are no better or no worse than people anywhere, anything that you can do to help them, help them and you will be surprised to know how they will help you.

A woman who is willing to be herself and pursue her own potential runs not so much the risk of loneliness as the challenge of exposure to more interesting men and people in general.

TSHEMBE (Whirling on him, words flying) And just why should we be able to "talk" so easily? What is this marvelous nonsense with you Americans? For a handshake, a grin, a cigarette and half a glass of whiskey you want three hundred years to disappear—and in five minutes!

Make a list of all the lovers you've ever had. Warren Lasher Ed Rubberhead Catapano Charles Deats or Keats Alfonse Tuck it in your pocket. Leave it lying around, conspicuously. Somehow you lose it. Make mislaid jokes to yourself. Make another list.

After four movies, three concerts, and two-and-a-half museums, you sleep with him. It seems the right number of cultural events.

Perhaps we had at last reached that stage of intimacy that destroys intimacy.

We were in dialogue that was about something other than what we were saying.

I want to pretend there's such a thing as requited love. As the endurance of love.

I cried for everyone and for all the scrabbly, funny love one sent out into the world like some hit song that enters space and bounds off to another galaxy, a tune so pretty you think the words are true, you do!

She smiled at him, with longing. 'Where do you live,' she asked, 'and how do I get there?

Marriage, she felt, was a fine arrangement generally, except that one never got it generally. One got it very, very specifically.

Sometimes it seemed that she and rudy were two people attempting to tango, sweating and trying, long after the orchestra had grown tired, long after everyone else had gone home.

You can exclude the excluded middle, but when you ride through, on your way to a lonely and more certain place, out the window you'll see everyone you've ever known living there.

We curl up on the couch together, under a blanket, whisper I love you, I missed you, confusing tenses I think.

They were in performance. They were performing their marriage at me.

A match made in heaven - where do you get those? That's what I want to know!