Quotes About Connection

A man rarely feels like laughing alone.

I am a mere breath of air; a formless thought that thinks of you.

Remember you're not alone; you've no right to inflict the sight of your fear on me.

Once they have slept together they will have to find something else to veil the enormous absurdity of their existence.

I have no need for good souls: an accomplice is what I wanted.

Don't be afraid; I'll keep looking at you for ever and ever, without a flutter of my eyelids, and you'll live in my gaze like a mote in a sunbeam.

I met your father last week. Are you still interested in hearing how he is doing? Hugo: No. Karsky: It is very probable that you will be responsible for his death. Hugo: It is virtually certain that he is responsible for my life. We are even.

Her smiles, her mimicries, all the words she uttered were addressed to herself through him.

BaÅŸlang?ç olmad??? gibi, son da yoktur. Bir kad?n, bir dost, bir kent bir kerede terk edilemez. Hepsi birbirine benzer zaten.

I am going to smile, and my smile will sink down into your pupils, and heaven knows what it will become.

When she was in Djibouti and I was in Aden, and I used to go and see her for twenty-four hours, she managed to multiply the misunderstandings between us until there were exactly sixty minutes before I had to leave; sixty minutes, just long enough to make you feel the seconds passing one by one.

Her eyes stare at me but she seems not to see me; she looks as though she were lost in her suffering.

I shall have to get used all over again to speaking to people without touching them.

Un hombre que está solo es hermoso. - Tan hermoso que enseguida da ganas de hacerle compañía. Y desde entonces deja de estar solo: así es el mundo.

You have to talk to make sure you're alive.

This is the girl, here, this girl with a ruined look who touches me and whom I love.

M. de Rollebon was my partner; he needed me in order to exist and I needed him so as not to feel my existence.

Those who wants to be loved, must want the freedom of the other, because love emerges from it, if I subject it, it becomes an object, and from an object I can not receive love.

Love's a grand solace, isn't it, my friend? Deep and dark as sleep.

So gather me up, dear, fold me to your heart – and you'll see how nice I can be.

You see a woman, you think that one day she'll be old, only you don't see her grow old. But there are moments when you think you see her grow old and feel yourself growing old with her: this is the feeling of adventure.

This feeling of adventure definitely does not come from events: I have proved it. It's rather the way in which the moments are linked together. I think this is what happens: you suddenly feel that time is passing, that each instant leads to another, this one to another one, and so on; that each instant is annihilated, and that it isn't worth while to hold it back, etc., etc. (. . .) If I remember correctly, they call that the irreversibility of time.

Hands don't catch thoughts

To forget about the others? How utterly absurd! I feel you there, in every pore. Your silence clamors in my ears. You can nail up your mouth, cut your tongue out - but you can't prevent your being there.