Quotes About Connection

It's better than sex. Reading delivers on the promise that sex raises but hardly ever can fulfill -- getting larger cause you're entering another person's language, cadence, heart and mind.

Anyone who feels to much or radiates extremity gets very lonely.

No one...can live in this heightened state of reflective receptivity forever. Because this empathy's involuntary, there's terror here. Loss of control, a seepage. Becoming someone else or worse: becoming nothing but the vibratory field between two people.

Dear Dick, I wrote in one of many letters, what happens between women now is the most interesting thing in the world because it's least described

To be in love with someone means believing that to be in someone else's presence is the only means of being, completely, yourself.

Oh Dick, you eroticise what you're not, secretly hoping that the other person knows what you're performing and that they're performing too.

No woman is an island-ess. We fall in love in hope of anchoring ourselves to someone else, to keep from falling.

I'm torn between maintaining you as an entity to write to and talking with you as a person.

And isn't every letter a love letter?

Is there a way," she wrote in closing, "to dignify sex, make it as complicated as we are, to make it not grotesque?

I got together with Sylvère because I saw how I could help him get his life together. I'm drawn to you cause I see how you can help me take my life apart...

Because identifying so completely with someone else can only happen by abandoning yourself, ... panics and retreats abruptly from these connections. Connect and cut.

There it was, deep & huge like it'd just risen, nearly full and red orange like a blood tangerine. It felt ominous, and I'm wondering if you feel as I do - this incredible urge TO BE HEARD. Who do you talk to?

you eroticize what you're not, secretly hoping that the other person knows what you're performing and that they're performing too.

Being rejected] hurt, 'cause what turned me on in sex was believing that they knew me, that I'd found somebody to understand.

Passion becomes tenderness, tenderness turns soft. Sex collapses into a warm intimacy. We could spend months without, and whenever we did it became short and interrupted

We've met a few times and I've felt a lot of sympathy towards you and a desire to be closer... I had a feeling that somehow I knew you and we could just be what we are together.

I like to dip into other people's books, to catch the rhythm of their thinking, as I try to write my own. (...) It's better than sex. Reading delivers on the promise that sex raises but hardly ever can fulfill—getting larger 'cause you're entering another person's language, cadence, heart and mind.

They were so good that you just had to sing the song to them once and they got it. It's amazing. Sometimes it didn't come out the way you wanted, but it was good.

Pero la psicología moderna nos dice que los individuos sanos y felices también tienen un profundo sentido de propósito. Es decir, representan valores apreciados, se sienten conectados con otras personas y están al servicio de causas más nobles que ellos mismos y sus egos.

You were not alone. All that time. You were lonely

How was it possible to be with someone and yet feel so utterly alone? How was it possible to be with someone as wonderful, warm and kind as Andrew and yet still wonder if love would ever find you?

She accepts the ways of this visitor as a natural phenomenon; How he comes and goes, exists, talks, laughs with her, falls silent, listens to her, and then he vanishes.

You know, it's possible for two humans to be in a relationship without there needing to be some public reason for that relationship.