Quotes About Connection

Then it became clear that it was a song, the loneliest sort of song because the notes changed so little, like one bird calling and waiting for another to answer. It was as lonely a sound as she'd ever heard.

He'd felt incredibly lucky they'd found one another, though Serena had already told him their meeting wasn't mere good fortune but inevitability.

My mother had brought me here when I was fifteen, on a Sunday after I'd read Look Homeward, Angel for the first time. She'd loved the novel, memorizing whole paragraphs, and, of course, naming me after the book's main character. It is a novel you have to read as a young person or you don't get it.

The Release In those last moments before the platter of salt and dirt lay on his stomach, wax-light had waved across a mute heart, his son waited by the bed. Raised to believe the soul left the body with its last breath, he listened for death's rattle, then pressed his lips like a kiss to his father's lips, and took into his mouth the breath that had given him breath, a life distilled to one stir of air soft as moth wings against palms, held a moment, then let go.

This is what we want," she said, her voice deepening, the emotion so often controlled fully unbridled now. "To be like this always. No past or future, pure enough to live totally in the present.

All we'll ever need is within each other, Serena said, her voice barely more than a whisper. Even when we have our child, it will only be an image of what we already are.

Rachel kneeled beside Jacob. She took the child's hand and pressed it to the dirt. Her father had told Rachel that Harmons had been on this land since before the Revolutionary War. Don't ever forget what it feels like, Jacob, she whispered, and let her hand touch the ground as well.

Pemberton felt again what he'd never known with another woman— a sense of being unshackled into some limitless possibility, limitless though at the same time somehow contained within the two of them.

Lincoln enhanced the ability of his audience to hear him by his practice of speaking slowly.

But I'm so tired, Winsome said, of Meeting other people. I want other people to meet me.

My uncle Steve showed me this site, So ........ I gotta' go - See Ya!!

All great change in America begins at the dinner table.

The key for any speaker is to establish his own point of view for the audience, so they can see the game through his eyes.

I think growing up in a small town is a good foundation for anyone who decides to enter politics. You get to know people as individuals, not as blocs or members of special interest groups.

I more than love you, I'm not whole without you. You are life itself to me. When you are gone I'm waiting for you to return so I can start living again.

I discovered that night (in his college's student politics) that an audience has a feel to it, and, in the parlance of the theater, that audience and I were together.

kin, not ancestors. Our main difference from

No hay nada ridículo en la #Intimidad, no hay nada escatológico ni repudiable en ese lento fuego doméstico de sudor y de fiebre, de mocos y estornudos, de pedos y ronquidos.

Volvieron a quedarse en silencio, pero era un silencio lleno de compañía.

Si hubiera sido consciente, te habría querido no más, pero mejor.

La cotidianeidad tiene estos lazos, el entrañamiento del aire que se respira a dos, del sudor que se mezcla, la ternura animal de lo irremediable.

Si el onanismo no nos es suficiente es porque el sexo es otra cosa. Es salir de ti mismo. Es detener el tiempo. El sexo es un acto sobrehumano: la única ocasión en la que vencemos a la muerte. Fundidos con el otro y con el Todo, somos por un instante eternos e infinitos, polvo de estrellas y pata de cangrejo, magma incandescente y grano de azúcar. El cielo, si es que existe, sólo puede ser eso.

no hay nada que avive tanto la pasión como la sensación de que el amado se nos escapa.

Sólo la carne les daba un respiro. Piel contra piel, se amaban. También de vacaciones: cuando se iban solos, cuando se dedicaban a subir montañas, cuando no había nadie ante quien pelearse. Ningún juez y ningún testigo. A Pablo le amarga, le obsesiona, no haber sido capaz de quererla mejor. Quererla a la altura de lo que de verdad la quería.