Quotes About Connection

Few are inclined to imagine that apparently minor changes in climate or technology or some other variable can somehow be responsible for severing connections to the world of their fathers. The Romans were reluctant to acknowledge the changes unfolding around them. So are we.

What's going on?" Newt asked, looking back and forth between Thomas and Aris. "Why're you guys looking at each other like you just fell in love?

They called you the Glue" "The Glue?" "Yeah. Probably because you're kind of the glue that holds us all together

Thank you for being my friends

She paused. That's just my way of saying I would've killed you if you'd died.

Please, Tommy, Please.

When someone is close by, you just know it.

Thomas turned to see Newt there, smiling. That grin sent a wave of reassurance through Thomas, as if he were finding out the world was okay again.

It was her. It was Teresa.

Wonder why we can do this,' he called out with his mind. The mental effort of speaking to her was already straining—he felt a headache forming like a bulge in his brain. 'Maybe we were lovers,' Teresa said. Thomas tripped and crashed to the ground. Smiling sheepishly at Minho, who'd turned to look without slowing, Thomas got back up and caught up to him. 'What?' he finally asked. He sensed a laugh from her, a watery image full of color.

Just don't plan on hugs every time I see you." "The feeling's mutual.

Thoughts of the girl crashed around his mind, made him remember the connection he felt. A sadness washed over him, as if he missed her, wanted to see her. That doesn't make sense, he thought. I don't even know her name.

The kid was his brother in every way but blood - without him, Thomas would've broken long ago.

That's just my way of saying I would've killed you if you'd died.

I don't give a crap if you're a Tangent or a really smart llama. You're my friend and that's all that matters

We were way more than close. Things happened. We remembered stuff. Made new memories.

I like how you call me Tom." Teresa rolled her eyes. "That's your name, isn't it?" "Yeah, but most people call me Thomas. Well, except Newt – he calls me Tommy. Tom makes me feel … like I'm at home or something. Even though I don't know what home is." He let out a bitter laugh. "Are we messed up or what?

Hey, I'm Newt," the boy whispered. "And I know bloody well who you are.

The boy's bravery solidified something in Thomas's heart. He loved the kid. He loved him as if they had the same mum.

Thomas no respondió y se quedaron durante un rato largo tomados de la mano, sin decir una palabra. Sintió un poco de paz, por fugaz que fuera, y trató de disfrutarla el tiempo que durara.

She grabbed his hand and intertwined their fingers, now walking alongside him, hand in hand like old lovers.

Thomas was baffled by this girl—first the connection he'd felt to her from the very beginning, then the mind-speaking, now this. "Everything about you is weird. You know that, right?" "Judging by your little hiding spot, I'd say you're not so normal yourself. Like living in the woods, do ya?

All he could do was focus on the next rung of the ladder: Trina. He had to find Trina. If for no other reason than so he could die with her.

How could they be in the same room and not joke about some smell or make fun of some clueless slouch nearby? How could she ever stand in front of him and not leap at the chance to communicate telepathically?