Quotes About Connection

She was beginning to miss him when he wasn't near.

Perhaps she was more like him than he'd thought: her home, too, had consisted of paper and printer's ink. She probably felt as lost as he did in the real world.

Ves esos nombres? -preguntó señalando las letras cinceladas que hablaban de personas ya desaparecidas-. Detrás de cada nombre hay una familia, una madre o un padre, hermanos, acaso una esposa. Si uno de ellos averiguara que es capaz de despertar esas letras a la vida, que podría volver a ser de carne y hueso lo que ahora es únicamente un nombre, ¿no crees que él o ella harían todo lo posible por conseguirlo?

You cannot fully read a book without being alone. But through this very solitude you become intimately involved with people whom you might never have met otherwise, either because they have been dead for centuries or because they spoke languages you cannot understand. And nonetheless, they have become your closest friends, your wisest advisors, the wizards that hypnotize you, the lovers you have always dreamed of. Antonio Muñoz Molinas, "The Power of the Pen

Nonsense!" she shouted. "Where are you going to go? We all belong together. Your problems are our problems.

I libri amavano tutti coloro che li aprivano, offrivano protezione e amicizia senza pretendere nulla in cambio. Non ti abbandonavano mai, nemmeno quando li maltrattavi.

Vielleicht gehören wir alle nicht nur in eine Geschichte.

He sought her lips as if he needed to breathe through her, as if only she could keep him from choking on his rage.

The wrong boy. But what did the heart care about that?

You cannot fully read a book without being alone. But through this very solitude you become intimately involved with people whom you might never have met otherwise, either because they have been dead for centuries or because they spoke languages you cannot understand. And nonetheless, they have become your closest friends, your wisest advisors, the wizards that hypnotize you, the lovers you have always dreamed of. Antonio Muñoz Molinas, "The Power of the

Apenas sentía el cuerpo en el agua helada, y el humo hacía de la respiración una tortura, pero tenía que encontrarla. -Jacob- unos brazos mojados le rodearon el cuello; una fría mejilla se unió a la suya. Sus cabellos pelirrojos parecían casi negros, empapados y pegados a la cara, y Jacob la abrazó hasta sentir el latido de su corazón a través de las ropas mojadas. No se atrevía a soltarla, por miedo a que las olas se la llevaran de nuevo.

Vielleicht hat die Sehnsucht nach dieser Welt auch sehr viel mit seiner Mutter zu tun.

Ihr Herz schlug so laut, als er sie wieder küsste. Oder war es sein Herz? Seit dem Tag, an dem er sie aus der Falle befreit hatte, konnte sie das nicht mehr wirklich unterscheiden.

Nach meiner Erfahrung erklärt jeder neue Ort uns eine neue Region unseres Herzens. Als trügen wir die ganse Welt auch in unserem Innern und müssten sie nur entdecken.

Yet Bastian knew he couldn't leave without the book. It was clear to him that he had only come to the shop because of this book. It had called him in some mysterious way, because it wanted to be his, because it had somehow always belonged to him. Michael Ende, The Neverending Story

They had exchanged sad stories, although both of them longed for one with a happy ending.

O ja, auch das hatte Elinor inzwischen begriffen: dass die Sehnsucht nach Büchern nichts war im Vergleich zu der Sehnsucht, die man nach Menschen haben konnte. Die Bücher erzählten von der Liebe, und es war wunderbar, ihnen zu lauschen, aber sie konnten nicht ersetzen, wovon sie erzählten.

But nine years are a long time, and Meggie saw how careful they were with each other, like people on a narrow bridge crossing a wide, wide void.

Sie war so froh, das Jacob gekommen war. Und wünschte sich so sehr, er hätte sie nie gefunden.

It was difficult to find the right words, words which could also explain to her what she herself was feeling.

Don't let it worry you, not being able to speak,' Dustfinger had often told her. 'People tend not to listen anyway, right?

Quando lui la baciò di nuovo, il cuore di Volpe si mise a battere forte. O era quello di Jacob? Dal giorno in cui l'aveva liberata dalla trappola, non li distingueva più veramente.

Non far dimenticare all'altro chi era. Dell'amore faceva parte anche questo.

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