Quotes About Connection

I DIDN'T KNOW what she was thinking or feeling. Her body had become unfamiliar to me. And yet, at the very same time, I recognized everything about her. My sister, Fern. In the whole wide world, my only red poker chip. As if I were looking in a mirror.

How was your day, Rosie?" Dad would ask when he came home from work and I'd tell him it was ebullient. Or limpid. Or dodecahedron. "That's good to hear," he'd say.

There are moments when history and memory seem like a mist, as if what really happened matters less than what should have happened. The mist lifts and suddenly there we are, my good parents and their good children, their grateful children who phone for no reason but to talk, say their good-nights with a kiss, and look forward to home on the holidays. I see how, in a family like mine, love doesn't have to be earned and it can't be lost.

What did it mean, all this personal looking backward? What were people hoping to find? What bearing, really, did their ancestry have on who they were now?

It's true that, as my brother grew larger, he also grew dangerous, same as my sister. But they're still ours and we want them back. They're needed here at home.

The spoken word converts individual knowledge into mutual knowledge, and there is no way back once you've gone over that cliff.

She used to grip me so tightly that the only way I could put her down was to pry her loose, one digit at a time. For two years, I had bruises from her fingers and toes all over my body.

Before, my brother was part of the family. After, he was just killing time until he could be shed of us.

Please assume that I am talking continuously in all the scenes that follow until I tell you that I'm not.

So I could see that Harlow was fundamentally untrustworthy. Simultaneously, she seemed like someone with whom I could be my true self. I had no intention of doing so and, with and equal and counterbalancing intensity, a great longing for it.

People earn the way they are missed.

I felt her loss in a powerfully physical way. I missed her smell and the sticky wet of her breath on my neck. I missed her fingers scratching through my hair. We sat next to each other, lay across each other, pushed, pulled, stroked, and struck each other a hundred times a day and I suffered the deprivation of this. It was an ache, a hunger on the surface of my skin.

Qui-Gon used to do this. He used to roam around the galaxy picking up strays." "Like me, you mean?" said Anakin tightly. "Useless hangers-on like me?

All my happiness seems caught up in one of your smiles. - Jered Mandeville, 'Upon a Wicked Time

He wanted to know her with such familiarity that he could curve his fingers around a wrist, an ankle, a knee and recognize her from a hundred, a thousand other women

He wanted her now in a way that was barely human.

El emparejamiento de los cuerpos no llevaba necesariamente a la unión de las mentes.

Just when she thought she could feel nothing more, he began to increase his pace, strokes that pushed her over the edge. The storm swallowed her screams of pleasure. She heard his exultant laughter as she jerked her hands free, gripped his buttocks and pulled him to her, riding out her climax with his.

So much talking makes it hard to listen.

To you." He kissed her mouth, then nipped her lower lip lightly. "With you, for you. In you.

You okay, Ford? You might at well say something to let me know you're all right, at least physically, otherwise I'm capable of annoying you until you do. It's one of my special skills. So one more time. Are. You. Okay?

Io non sono la più importante.» «Ma sei l'unica di cui m'importi.»

Is it better to not get to know them?' 'No. It's not. It's sharking your responsibility, and it's disrespectful. Get to know them, and then you fully understand the price you're asking them to pay.

Family took a lot more than genes to hold it together