Quotes About Connection

And home, Elise, is anywhere love is. Any you are my love.

there was a sudden easing in him, as if someone had finally played a note that harmonized with the one he sounded every day.

I couldn't see it because you are my heart, damn you! And how can I see my own heart if it's beating in my own chest?

She settled upon the hound. She met its brown eyes. It blinked slowly in what she liked to think was sympathy. Neither of them wanted to be where they were at the moment.

Rebecca stared back at him, still dazed. She'd forgotten how to speak; it seemed an unimportant skill, anyhow, when such kisses were to be had, when a whole world could be made from a kiss.

He wished for access to all the world's languages at once, for then he would have a better word for how he felt and what she was.

The line of Miss Eversea's spine seemed positively 'alive' with... something. Outrage? Horror? Hilarity? He noticed the very fine line of hair traveling up the fragile nape of her neck, and something about that intimate little trail made the back of his own neck tingle as though she'd brushed her fingers there. Something entirely unexpected was happening in the region of his solar plexus.

She most definitely had an instinct for passion, an instinct that matched his own, that had nearly caused him to lose his head. Well, now he knew her skin was petal smooth; he knew the rich wine of her mouth; he knew the feel of that delicate, puckered nipple rubbed against his cheek---

talking to him this morning had been like taking that first bite of an orange. That first sip of black, black coffee. He listened as though she mattered precisely as much as he did. How disorienting this quality was to encounter in a man.

sex always changed things between people, a bit the way an earthquake shifts a landscape.

Her heart was walloping away in her throat, and she was certain he could feel it, as his fingers lingered there. Nearly everything on her body that could stand erect was erect now, clamoring for his touch. The hair on the back of her neck, her arms. Her nipples. Are you afraid, Genevieve? No. You do enjoy saying my name. It has a lilt. I see. Her voice was faint. Because you should consider being a little afraid.

Backward now?' he suggested. 'Are you going to call out our lovemaking like a billiards game?

Because he spoke to her the way no one else had ever spoken to her, which meant he saw her in a way no one else saw her.

And for a moment he simply held her and she held onto him. It might have been the most perfect moment of his life so far.

Murmured to him nonsense, which is the language of love

Trust was freedom, she understood now. It was a luxury. Without it, life was a cell. No emotion could ever get through unfettered and it seemed a hellish way to live.

they were coming into focus to each other. As though each of them was a sun, burning away each other's obscuring mists.

They regarded each other somberly, making internal adjustments to accommodate the mere glorious fact of each other.

One minute with her is better than a lifetime with anyone else.

she would be incapable of not broaching. It took

Why does anyone love anyone?" she said. He shifted on the bench and blew out a breath. "I don't know. I know it's the only thing that makes life bearable. And it's the only thing that makes life unbearable.

They really 'did,' you know, he said softly, suddenly. Did? She was puzzled. The roses. Remind me of you. They're precisely the sort of flowers you ought to have. Those spectacular, throbbing, lush blooms that now stood guard over her bed. With petals unconscionably soft.

But she bravely kept her eyes open; she was both lost and found in the soft, burning depths of his eyes.

You take my heart with you, my loving captor. Nay, Madelyne. I am your captive in body and soul.