Quotes About Connection

I realized that love is stronger than death and that people you barely know can amaze you.

Recent events lead me to believe the world is like that, too--people are the individual fragments, but we are also part of the whole mirror. We are connected, not only to one another but also to the fabric of the universe.

When I stand back, the surface of the pieces reflect the world around me like a solid mirror. But I can also see myself in each of the tiny, broken fragments. Recent events lead me to believe that the world is like that, too — people are the individual fragments, but we are also part of the whole mirror. We are connected, not only to one another but also to the fabric of the universe.

was the best friend Logan had ever had. It helped that neither of them had had a best friend before.

Seeing Henry cry made Max start crying. Then the Candymaker joined in. That did it; Logan was done for. They all huddled together and sobbed and beamed at each other and laughed and sobbed some more.

Is that what we're doing?" I whisper as he slides in next to me. "Saving the world or saving ourselves?" "Maybe it's the same thing," he whispers back

Miles was the best friend Logan had ever had. It helped that neither of them had had a best friend before.

a post office box a few states away—didn't mean anything, either. "Maybe it's from Daisy," he suggested to Henry. "It doesn't look like her handwriting, but maybe

let get too close.

Still others observe that women are particularly interested in seeing come-shots because men's ejaculations are generally hidden from them. In "normal" sex, women never see men come. To some of them, it may be as seductively elusive as the glimpse of a breast or lace panties is to a pubescent boy. In this context, the come-shot can be interpreted as almost romantic: The woman wishes to share in her lover's orgasm.

We see, too, how Christopher is at a stage in his disease where he can't remember the word for moon, but it doesn't matter, he knows it's something beautiful in the sky, isn't that enough?

her ankles, because they all knew that Fred needed to see Nim to make him as brave and strong as he could be.

I remember we crossed a bridge and it trembled underneath our feet because we were so many people.

This is when we lost our humanity. I'd open my phone and look at my contacts and only one or two were still alive.

In the future, I will have grandchildren who speak Dutch, Swedish, and Spanish. If they don't learn Arabic, they will be strangers to each other. They won't have any traces of where we came from. They won't be Syrian. And I will live in exile and die in exile.

Another time, one of the other guys called his girlfriend and said, "Sweetheart, I'm out of minutes on my phone. I'll call you back on Amin's phone." After a while she called me asking about him, and I told her that he'd been killed.

Once Thorne woke with his hand on Kris's hip, his fingers caressing up and down the curve at the top of his buttock. He cupped it protectively and fell back to sleep.

I have had lovers look at me many ways," Malory observed. "But never the way you're looking at me now." "How"? "As if you are dreaming awake.

No. But I think maybe I, too, know what it means to be alone. To be misjudged.

even a force field cannot hold back the void only a human embrace

His body surged at that need to protect. To care for. To love. He wanted to bond him. It had been coming on for days, more than attraction and desire, more than lust. Thorne wanted Kris by his side, in his arms, melded to every cell of his body. All the time. It had only been one week but he knew. His body knew. His dreams knew.

Father, it's me. Kris," I said gently. He blinked but did not move. "Kris. My favorite most beautiful son.

The sweetest I've ever experienced. The very air of you," he said. "I must—must-