Quotes About Connection

She feels a little chill of expectation down her spine. There is someone, somewhere, who knows she's alive. "Somebody writes to me, Mom," Shelby tries to explain. "They think they know me. Maybe they read about me in the paper.

You don't forget the people you love," she told him. "That's what I've realized. They just get farther away. Like a spyglass turned around.

Maybe the most recent card is a message from the great beyond. Shelby can't stop thinking it might have been sent by Helene. She knows this is impossible; all the same, soon afterward she finds herself headed to Lewiston Street, where the Boyds live.

Quando você quer alguém, essa pessoa tem poder sobre você.

Love someone and they're yours forever

Ela ouviu a mãe dizendo que nunca perdemos as pessoas que amamos, não importa o que possa acontecer. Apesar da maldição, apesar das perdas que podemos ter de suportar, ela sabia agora que o amor era a única coisa que durava para sempre. Ele estava dentro de você e ficava com você por toda a eternidade.

So often love was invisible; sometimes only two people could see it, and everyone else was blind.

some things you carry around inside you as though they were part of your blood and bones, and when that happens, there's nothing you can do to forget.

Are you asking if I would have been better off if I'd never met my wife, or married her, or lost her? I'll tell you this, a day with her was better than a life without her.

You're not invisible if you talk.

The past stays with a man, sticking to his heels like glue, invisible and heartbreaking and unavoidable, threaded to the future, just as surely as day is sewn to night.

Be grateful if you have walked through the world with another's heart in your hand.

Shelby told her that if she had a hundred lifetimes she would want Sue to be her mother in every one, just as for a hundred lifetimes she would want James to be the one that stopped on the road that night. She would want him to stay here. She would want him to know her when no one else did.

Love was contagious, it passed from soul to soul, it woke a person up and shook her even when she wanted to be left alone.

That's how we got our dog, Revolver. We thought he was crazy about us, but it turns out that Labrador retrievers adore everyone. Well, maybe that's what love is, a state of mind ready to grace anyone willing to accept it. Anyone who cares.

She thought I was impossible, but she loved me anyway, which is the best sort of love there is.

History is personal

was a spectacular and lonely landscape that I wished my father could see. I wished he could take off his shoes and climb over the rocks and wave to me and that he would be here in this world once again, if only for a few hours.

He told me he wanted the chance to be in love again. He has no idea that being in love is bullshit. It's knowing someone down to their soul that matters. That's what love is. It's difficult and it's real and it doesn't change.

When you fall in love like that, time doesn't matter. This was the secret he told Maria, the last words he ever said.

P. L. Travers once said, 'A writer is, after all, only half his book. The other half is the reader and from the reader the writer learns.

What belonged to you once, will always belong to you.

we saw the edges of one another's souls.

Books] 'they will divide us. They'll make us think the world outside can teach you ore than you can learn right here