Quotes About Connection

Recovery from trauma can take place only within the context of relationships; it cannot occur in isolation. In renewed connections with other people, the survivor recreates the psychological faculties damaged or deformed by the traumatic experience.

Nowadays, we never allow ourselves the convenience of being temporarily unavailable, even to strangers. With telephone and beeper, people subject themselves to being instantly accessible to everyone at all times, and it is the person who refuses to be on call, rather than the importunate caller, who is considered rude.

Feeling a little foolish over her confidences, Elizabeth glanced up at him with an embarrassed smile. "What is the most beautiful place you've ever seen?" Dragging his gaze from the beauty of the gardens, Ian looked down at the beauty beside him. "Any place," he said huskily, "where you are.

Looking at you has been my favorite pastime from the moment you asked me to describe your face, he said solemnly, looking straight into her eyes.

His gaze held hers, and his voice was tender and rough. "Love me, Elizabeth." Elizabeth felt a tremor run through her entire body, but she looked at him without flinching. "I do.

she kissed him with all the aching longing that being this close to him evoked; she kissed him in all the ways he had ever kissed her, feeling faint with joy when he began to kiss her back, his mouth moving with fierce tenderness, then opening with fiery demand over hers, until their breaths were mingled gasps, and they were straining to one another.

Elizabeth, if you want to be kissed, all you have to do is put your lips on mine.

Miss stone, I adore you.

Where is your home? she asked after a long, comfortable silence. Wherever you are.

The two of them simply weren't attracted to just any attractive, eligible man; they were attracted rarely, but when it happened, it was evidently a life-altering experience.

No longer was she an heiress from another world; she was the woman he had wanted to possess the moment he saw her, and she was sitting beside him, her hair cascading over his arm like a thick satin waterfall

What's your favorite sport, Zack? Zack tipped her chin up. My favorite sport, he said in an aching, husky voice he scarcely recognized as his own, is making love to you. Her eyes darkened with a love she wasn't trying to conceal from him anymore. What's your favorite food? she asked shakily. In answer, Zack bent his head and touched her lips in a soft kiss. You are.

Lisa, have you ever met anyone and then known within minutes that he's the most special person you're ever going to meet in your life?

If you will kiss me

What is it about you that demolishes my mind?

I love you, he thought with each thrust of his body; I love you, his heart shouted with each thunderous beat; I love you, his soul cried out as Alexandra's spasms clenched him tightly. I love you. The words exploded in his being as he drove into her one last time and poured his life, his future, and all the disillusionment of his past into her tender keeping.

she'd only looked at him for a second before she'd walked out of the woods, Jenny had registered the odd light in his eyes and

Sweeping her up into her arms, Jenny hugged her tightly. "Everybody

Baz? insanlar aÅŸk? kalplerinde,baz?lar?ysa bütün benliklerinde hissederler...

I have always known that you will visit my grave. I see myself as a small brown bird, perhaps a sparrow, watching you from a low branch as you pray in front of my name. I will hear you sound out my epitaph: Aqui descansa una mujer que quiso volar. You will recall telling me that you once dreamed in Spanish, and felt the words lift you into flight. The sound of wings will startle you when you say volar, and you will understand.

You are transformed into one of the gypsy ancestors we have never discussed.

Can we be just friends?, she asked tentatively. I thought we were friends, he said. You know what I mean. I choose not to know what you mean. How can you choose not to know what you know? she asked sulkily. How can you choose not to talk about what you feel? If I don't talk about it, I don't feel it. Fine. Then let's not talk about just being friends. -- Looking for Mr. Goodbar

My insides still turn over when he looks at me that certain way.

Sex is a commitment...Once you're there you can't go back to holding hands...and when you give yourself both mentally and physically...well, you're completely vulnerable.