Quotes About Connection

Empathy is an essential part of living a life of meaning.

I waved but couldn't answer, because I was finally letting myself grin as wide as I'd wanted all afternoon, all evening, every sec of every minute with you, Ed. Shit, I guess I already loved you then. Doomed like a wineglass knowing it'll get dropped someday, shoes that'll be scuffed in no time, the new shirt you'll soon enough muck up filthy.

I want to love you and take you pretty places. Yes, I have things wrong, but also I can walk through walls if you'll let me show you.

And then like a song we'd forgotten was even on the mix, you stepped into the house and my whole life.

Friends can make you feel that the world is smaller and less sneaky than it really is.

Love was in the air, so both of us walked through love on our way to the corner.

Numbersign questionmark you and Asterisk exclamation point the world.

Everything else has vanished, so you take them now. Maybe if you're the one keeping them, I'll be the one feeling better.

I think I've always believed that there is one person in the universe who you're truly meant for–for whom you are truly meant–and the fact that sometimes there are two or even more people on the earth you can fall in love with really bothers me. It suggests that if you work hard you can be meant for anyone.

I waited just to see you at that kind of peace, I wanted to be beside you, I wanted you to wake up slowly or startle, or just half awaken and turn over or murmur my name. I wanted to watch you forever, or sleep beside you forever, or sleep forever while you woke and watched me, something forever anyway. I wanted to kiss you, rumple your hair, rest three fingertips on your hip bone warm and smooth, wake you that way or hush you back to sleep.

This is how it is in life and love. In life and love we are with people for a while, and then we join other people, people we have not met, and we walk with them, and we leave behind all the things we used to be. Sometimes we leave people behind too... This happens everyday. Everyday this happens and scarcely anybody cares.

To stutter through it with you or even stop stuttering and say nothing, was so lucky and soft, better talk than mile-a-minute with anyone. After a few minutes we'd stop rattling, we'd adjust, we'd settle in, and the conversation would speed into the night.

But just suddenly I really, really needed to see you again right that minute, that night.

when I think about sex, you know, I want it to feel good. Not feel good, shut up, but right. Happy, not just banging away somewhere. You know, you should not just do it to do it. You should love the guy.

I can see it, Ed, I leaned deeper into you, felt you nodding along with the sounds in the room, and your warmth signaled through to me from under your shirt, lovely strong, safe and right.

She gave me a hug and for a second I was embraced by a body that makes me want to go home and never eat again.

Help me,' Allison says, but she is soft-spoken, and everyone she loves is so far away.

I want you to love me in particular.

We laughed the rest of the way, because the point of this story is, it is not the cookies. It is the love.

You can't mind these things, you just can't, for to dislike what makes a person human is to dislike all humans.

Call me later, you'd said, so I could call you later, at night, and it is those nights I miss you, Ed, the most, on the phone, you beautiful bastard.

All over the world are particular people, and you could be happy with probably five or six of them, eight if you're bisexual and everyone is.

You have to love the whole person, if you are truly in love.

And I almost said I love you. Instead I said nothing and you said nothing.