Quotes About Connection

I am a relationship girl. That's kind of just how I'm made... When you're in my life, it's actually very contained.

I have little left in myself -- I must have you. The world may laugh -- may call me absurd, selfish -- but it does not signify. My very soul demands you: it will be satisfied, or it will take deadly vengeance on its frame.

The soul, fortunately, has an interpreter - often an unconscious but still a faithful interpreter - in the eye.

Every atom of your flesh is as dear to me as my own: in pain and sickness it would still be dear.

There is no happiness like that of being loved by your fellow creatures, and feeling that your presence is an addition to their comfort.

I knew, you would do me good, in some way, at some time;- I saw it in your eyes when I first beheld you: their expression and smile did not- (again he stopped)- did not (he proceeded hastily) strike delight to my very inmost heart so for nothing.

Had I ever been in love. When B and I were together, I thought from then on I would never be out of love. The magic was it would never, ever end, and even though it has ended, it never really has. Even now, yes, after all this time, and after everything that has happened, sometimes I feel a sudden tug on my heart, and my breath catches in my throat, just when I think of him, just when I remember, when I remember how it all was.

It is a very strange sensation to inexperienced youth to feel itself quite alone in the world, cut adrift from every connection, uncertain whether the port to which it is bound can be reached, and prevented by many impediments from returning to that it has quitted.

My bride is here ... because my equal is here, and my likeness.

If we would build on a sure foundation in friendship, we must love friends for their sake rather than for our own.

If Christmas isn't found in your heart, you won't find it under a tree.

A tip from Lubitsch: 'Let the audience add up two plus two and they'll love you forever.

This was the scene she saw in her mind. What he needed--or at least wanted. Submission. Stepping around the chair, she stood before him. Dropping the sheet she had used to wrap around herself, she stood before him, naked, listening to his sharp inhalation of breath. Then, she lay at his feet, just as she saw in his mind. "No," he whispered, but she knew this was what he wanted. Her to come to him willingly. To accept him as he was.

I'm a hedonist, and you, Jane, my wife, should know that about me. You've shared my body and bed, you know things about me that no other soul on earth does. Who can I not be a sensualist with than, you, Jane? Who else to act out my wicked fantasies, than the woman who inspires them? There is no shame in fantasies, in pleasure. Who other than us needs to know what we've done, what brings the other pleasure?

Jane, look at me," he asked, and when she did, he knew she was seeing what she needed in his eyes. "You are the only woman for me–it"s only ever been you. I told you once before, that I have never loved before you, and I will never love again. Jane," he said, forcing her face to down to his. "There is no condition on my love. No end to my desire. Don"t put them there, my love.

The power of a kiss is a heady pleasure, one that teases the mind, warms the heart, lifts the soul and tempts the body.

Jane," he whispered as the streaks of dawn broke through their bedroom window. "Once more. In the daylight, so I can see you with the sun upon your skin." And she rolled over, smiled, and held open her arms to him, welcoming him home at last.

Clasping her to him, he hugged her for a long while and she felt his guilt and fear subside. "Do you want to see something very special—something magical?" Giggling she whispered, "You already showed me that this morning." He swatted her bottom. "Minx! Not that!

He knew how to touch her, how hard to thrust, when to roll his hips, when and how to angle himself so she could not only feel him inside her, but rubbing against her clitoris, brushing, sensitizing. The fiend knew how to make her agony last, how to suspend it until he would allow her to reach out for it and surrender.

How will I accomplish such a thing?" he said, and her lashes fluttered closed as his bottom lip scraped gently up the curve of her chin. "I'll be everywhere you are. Your very shadow.

But this night is not through. We've made love. And now, to the bed, where the f*cking will commence.

She followed the melting flakes, revelling in the thickness, the softness of his hair, which he wore long. She had loved to run her fingers through it before. Tug at it in mounting pleasure. Snuggle into it in the shared intimacy of their loving.

Beth…Beth… He whispered her name in his mind, unwilling to break the spell that surrounded them with any sound. He did not want to hear his voice; the only sounds he desired were the soft inhalations of Beth's breath, her sighs of pleasure, the brush of his body and hers as he loved her. She was beautiful, so perfect. He wanted to sit back and feast his eyes on her, sear her into his memory, lying like this, waiting for him.

You have a wild-eyed look, my Beth. What do you see?" "Don't look at me," she cried, now utterly unhinged. "Don't look into my eyes when you can see everything in them, and I am not able to look into yours and see anything!