Quotes About Connection

Mia moglie ha l'abitudine di raccontarmi i suoi sogni quando si sveglia. Io le porto il caffè e un bicchiere di succo di frutta e mi siedo accanto al letto mentre lei si sveglia e si scosta i capelli dalla faccia. Ha la solita espressione di quando ci si sveglia, ma anche lo sguardo di chi torna da qualche parte.

Nick e Joanne guardavano l'incendio tenendosi stretti, ma mentre lei gli accarezzava distrattamente una spalla, Nick fu assalito dalla sensazione familiare, che ogni tanto lo attanagliava, di non sapere bene a cosa lei stesse pensando.

Mike, you're not asleep, are you? No, he said. Nothing like that. Well don't go to sleep before me, she said. I don't want to be awake by myself.

Oía los latidos de mi corazón. Oía el corazón de los demás.

can't say anything just yet. Then I go, "Holly, these things, we'll look back on them too. We'll go, 'Remember the motel with all the crud in the pool?' Ã¢â'¬Â I go, "You see what I'm saying, Holly?

You can crab over the morning paper and kick the shins of the guy in the next seat at the movies and feel mean and discouraged and sneer at the politicians but there are a lot of nice people in the world just the same.

That's the trouble with cops. You're all set to hate their guts and then you meet one that goes human on you.

I got down off the stool and stood waiting. She might or might not blow me down. I didn't particularly care. Once in a while in this much too sex-conscious country a man and a woman can meet and talk without dragging bedrooms into it. This could be it, or she could just think I was on the make. If so, the hell with her.

I lit one of Mr. Talbot's cigarettes and hoped that Mr. and Mrs. Talbot, wherever they were, were having a much better time than I was. I hoped I would live long enough to come and visit them.

She came back with the glass and her fingers, cold from holding the glass, touched mine, and I held them for a moment and then let them go slowly, as you let go of a dream when you wake with the sun in your face and you have been in an enchanted valley

We were very much in love—the wild, mysterious, improbable kind of love that never comes but once.

That's the trouble with cops. You're all set to hate their guts and then you meet one that goes human on you.

He looks at you or doesn't. You look at him. He says nothing and you say nothing. There is nothing to communicate.

He looked earnestly at me, as if that was important to me.

There are many ways to love someone. Sometimes we want to love so much we're not too choosy about who we love. Other times we make love such a pure and noble thing no poor human can ever meet our vision. But for the most part, love is a recognition, an opportunity to say, 'There is something about you I cherish.' It doesn't entail marriage, or even physical love. There's love of parents, love of city or nation, love of life, and love of people. All different, all love.

Sometimes we want love so much, we're not too choosy about who we love. Other times we make love such a pure and noble thing, no poor human can ever meet our vision. But for the most part, love is a recognition, an opportunity to say, "There is something about you I cherish." It doesn't entail marriage, or even physical love. There's love of parents, love of city or nation, love of life, and love of people. All different, all love.

Some love comes like a wind off the sea, while others grow slowly from the seeds of friendship and kindness.

Pug turned to regard her in the warm glow. He had been married to Miranda for more than half his life now, yet he found her a constant mystery and occasionally a challenge. But at moments like this he was grateful she was close at hand.

Gamina may not have been the daughter of my body, but she was the daughter of my heart, and I love all her children and grandchildren none the less for this.

Caleb had understood that for mothers, sons never truly grow up.

There are many ways to love someone. Sometimes we want to love so much, we're not too choosy about who we love. Other times we make love such a pure and noble thing, no poor human can ever meet our vision. But for the most part, love is a recognition, an opportunity to say, 'There is something about you I cherish.

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I feel an immediate closeness to anyone who loves New York or hates Los Angeles. Either condition is sufficient, but I've found that satisfaction of the one usually entails satisfaction of the other.

He hadn't altogether gotten it himself until this moment of seeing straight through to the soul of her.