Quotes About Connection

The low noise he uttered in response sounded very much like a laugh. Her heart bloomed like a flower, for she had almost begun to believe she would never hear such a thing from her husband, and she was so glad she had.

She looked at him, his soft brown eyes and tall form, and contemplated raising herself on her toes and kissing his ear, or his cheek... Instead, impulsively before leaving, she reached up and smoothed his mussed hair. Mr. Bradford beamed.

I love you so much, my fingers hurt!

What's kissing like?" "Mmm-like dancing,actually." Bramble pushed her prridge to Ivy and grinned. "You know, the part after a spin, when the room turns about you. What do you think, Clover?" Clover shook her golden head. "I think it more..when the gentleman catches you in his arms, that warm feeling that makes your toes sort of curl." Bramble's face twisted. "No..that's not right. Well, dash it, if we knew more dances-

Sir,' she called out. 'Lord Bradford.' He turned. His eyes lit up, seeing Azalea. 'Thank you,' said Azalea. Lord Bradford bowed deeply, removing his hat, which re-rumpled his hair. When he straightened, he was smiling, as crooked as his cravat, and Azalea couldn't help but smile back.

For when the world was darkest, I remembered you.

What makes music...magic?

Gad, yes," said Lord Teddie. "I love you so much, my fingers hurt!

All this technology for connection and what we really only know more about is how anonymous we are in the grand scheme of things.

Fire and cooking were necessary precursors to our use of food as social lubricant, as facilitator of culture and connection.

Does your pet love you? Of course your pet loves you. (Qualifier: your pet can love you if it's a mammal or one of a few clades of birds, like a parrot. If your pet is a gecko or a python or a goldfish, your pet is probably incapable of love.) Love develops for every evolutionary pairing that requires devotion. We love our pets, and our pets love us. Dogs, in particular, are love generators who hang out with you and help you know that you're not alone. Dog is love, unmoored.

When we sit down to eat a meal together, especially when we are breaking bread that we have ourselves made, we gain far more than calories.

Those who have lost loved ones to situations from which their bodies could not be recovered often suffer from prolonged periods of grief. When we view our dead, sit with them, and talk with them, we set a foundation upon which our grief, our neural recalibration, can be moored.

Love develops for every evolutionary pairing that requires devotion.

Be the difference in someone's life that you know you can make.

I do love you, Jesse, so much. And once it worried me, that I could love a Yankee so thoroughly, so desperately, so completely. But a friend told me something once. He said that I don't love a Yankee, I love a man. And I do, Jesse, I love you. And the color that you wear can't change the man that you are. I love that man.

If he can't kiss you like this, Kiernan, don't marry him.

He told me that home was where the heart was. And it's very true. Don't you see, it doesn't matter. It doesn't matter where we are at all. In your arms, I'm home.

If he can't kiss you like that, sweetheart, don't marry him.

She should have been scandalized and horrified that he had kissed her so, touched her so, but she wasn't. It was simply what came between the two of them. There had been something just and sweet and right about it, and she refused to be ashamed of it.

He caught her arm. "I'm sorry," he whispered. His blue eyes were intent upon hers. "For I will love you the rest of my life.

Nothing mattered to him about a person other than what was inside them.

We are called to plant these seeds in our world: to dare to tell every living soul that they already matter, that their seemingly mundane lives are a slowly unfolding mystery, that their small choices and acts of generosity are vitally important.

They treat each other the way Mozart's father treated him. They say to each other, "Whatever is here, even when it feels a little dark, even when it confuses me, I have chosen it as divine.