Quotes About Connection

She wanted nothing to come between her and the rain and the sky.

How can it be that a set of the shoulders, the rhythm of a stride, the shadow of a strand of hair falling on a forehead can cause the tides of the heart to ebb and to flow?

It is so pleasant, so deeply peaceful: spending the day with you.

living so close to Nature that everything you do is determined by her and each passing minute is felt rather than made use of.

Their relation was that of the sand and water, they touch, they meet, they flirt but they never mingle together.

How can it be that a set of shoulders, the rhythm of a stride, the shadow of a strand of hair falling on a forehead can cause the tides of the heart to ebb and to flow?

Old people are starved of touch: no husband, no lover, no child to slip a hand into a hand, to plant sticky kisses on nose and cheek and mouth, to snuggle and fit into the curves of the body. I watched my grandmother - my mother's mother - in her last years: her hand, the skin drawn parchmentlike over the bones, stroking, stroking, the chairs, the table, the bedspread.

Could she ever know him? Could he ever know her? Or would they always hold fast to what they imagined of each other so that life together would for each be more lonely than life alone?

Then her story and the way she told it had touched his heart. That she should have tried to understand - to offer help - and been turned away so often. Oh, he would not turn her away, he would take what she had to give and count himself rich for it.

She needs to leave him alone when he wants to be left alone. But then, do they meet in order for him to be left alone? Do they take trains and aeroplanes and drive for hours so that he should be left alone? If what he wants is to be left alone, then why do they meet at all? Everybody worries so about separation, but the problem is not the separations; it is how they are when they're together

It was enough to see her face light up when we heard the sounds that told us my brother was come home, or to catch the sudden tenderness that came into is eyes when he looked at he, to realise the depth of the love that had grown between those two strange hearts.

I'm taken over by this trunk. I'm practically living inside it. When I read the journals I feel as if I'm there, a hundred years ago. I'm putting together the whole picture and I know everything that happened and wasn't written down - Amal, p. 133

Language is the key to the heart of people.

Let yourself abandon your 'you' and let me abandon my 'me' so

How you treat others is a reflection of the relationship you have with yourself

True lust knows no bounds. Marriage or otherwise" - Buck, Mental Hell

I'll make you so in love with me, that everytime our lips touch, you'll die a little death.

Being alone and being lonely are two different things. (Yasu)

His hands are saying that he wants to hold her. His feet are saying that he wants to chase after her... He's probably forgotten that I'm here, beside him

But the bit I liked best was where it said it's impossible to define love because it takes so many forms and is so complicated.

In all our times together so far, this was the first time I felt we were enjoying ourselves, without strain or any sense of difference of age or deference, concession or inequality. It was, I thought afterwards, the first time we had met as ourselves, untrammelled, unguarded and in tune.

Readers are made by readers.

Ci siamo spogliati nel palazzo degli specchi. Abbiamo ispezionato con tenerezza le ferite l'uno dell'altro. La mia faccia gonfia e il labbro rotto. Le abrasioni di Barry sui fianchi e sulle cosce e le escoriazioni sulle mani e le ginocchia, dovute allo sfregamento sul marciapiede. Nient'altro. E nessun'altra scusa per toccare, seguire e accarezzare i contorni dei nostri corpi per la prima volta.

It's like a sleepover, when you feel you can say all kinds of things, because the darkness hides your blushes.