Quotes About Connection

Me and my mum send most of our time on the phone discussing EastEnders: Grant and Tiffany; the prospect of Sharon returning to the square, perhaps with Michelle Fowler, both with babies, both fathered by Grant; the happy irony of Michelle and Sharon being truly related. We all slip into these unreal worlds as a release from the daily drudgery.

I think serial monogamy says it all.

That little shyster is dating my great-niece?

Clearly, when it comes to love, there is no reasoning it out, you just have to do as your heart compels you,

So you're telling me that I was Maelgwn's mother?

No. It's really just one. It's the love we share. The love i hold for you-the love you hold for me." He smiled and cupped her chin with his warm fingers. "And the love we have in God.

had thought she and her sisters would celebrate it together at the Whitmans'. Perhaps they might have even heard from their uncle by then. There wouldn't have been gifts to exchange, but they would have

Seeing his eyes glisten with unshed tears, Hannah reached out to take hold of his hand. She felt her breath catch as he tightened his fingers over hers.

In a short time, the right man will find you, and you will lose your heart to him and he will lose his to you. It will be just as it should be, and the scar will not matter.

I went into the woods with nothing to tether me to this world- to remember how to listen- to remember how to see- Someday I hope to stay who I am in the woods when out of them- Aware- Grateful- Awed

A tender smile softened his face. "That would be Esme. She's nine and a delight. I haven't seen much of her these past few years, but she writes me letters. Sends me drawings as well. I have a likeliness of every cat, hound, and horse she's ever met, and considering the menagerie she keeps in the country at Clybourne, that's a great many indeed.

Something about him called to her, like one of her wounded beasts, and she could not turn him away. She needed his name and protection in order to keep from being cast out of Society. But strangely, she realized, he just might need her even more.

Lowering his arm again, he gazed at her through the darkness and caught the subtle shimmer of her red hair, visible even in the low light. Reaching out, he gathered up a waist-length strand and rubbed the silky ends between his fingers in a slow, measuring glide. Without giving himself time to think, he raised the tress to his nose and inhaled, closing his eyes as Grace's sweet rose-and-honey scent flooded his senses.

Somehow, without her awareness, she'd obviously sought him out during the night, curling around him like a vine while she'd slumbered. Mortified, she tried to pull away. "I-I'm sorry. I didn't realize... that is, I didn't mean to... to..." "Sleep on me?" he drawled, his words slow and husky. Opening her mouth, she tried to speak, but nothing came out. She nodded instead. "Don't worry." He smiled. "You make a very nice blanket.

He set a finger beneath her chin and gently forced her head up so she was looking in his eyes. "Good night, my little Esme. I look forward to continuing this tomorrow. Rest well. You'll need it for everything I have planned.

Have you missed me too?" She met his gaze, her eyes intensely blue. "If I have, you will find I am not nearly as demonstrative with my affection as Burr.

Almost imperceptibly, he moved closer, the warmth of his body radiating outward, together with his own mesmerizing scent- clean and male and uniquely him. "What fragrance are you wearing?" he asked. "Nothing. I don't wear perfume, at least not often." He inched nearer still, his voice lowering to a murmur. "You're just naturally sweet then, are you? Exactly as I expected.

This book was home to her, more than the palazzo and it's fine furnishings could ever be.

We have more media than ever and more technology in our lives. It's supposed to help us communicate, but it has the opposite effect of isolating us.

Why do the babies starve When there's enough food to feed the world Why when there're so many of us Are there people still alone

I had walked along that street all my life, but had never been so aware that my back was to my home

We say very little, for we do not need to. We are silent together, each in her own world, knowing the other is just at her back.

I didn't move. I've learned from years of experience that dogs and falcons and ladies come back to you if you stay where you are.

At first I could not meet his eyes. When I did it was like sitting close to a fire that suddenly blazes up.