Quotes About Connection

When love is true, it enters the bones…

I could barely conjure up comfortable, pleasant, free and easy feeling associated with a normal relationship.

Wisdom is that particular emergence from your own spontaneity of an identification with what you know of the universe around you.

We were born to unite with our fellow men, and to join in community with the human race.

We are obliged to respect, defend and maintain the common bonds of union and fellowship that exist among all members of the human race.

Life is nothing without friendship.

Ya saben: se puede estar solo en una fiesta de declarados amigos, en un asado familiar, en una mesa ruidosa de ex compañeras del secundario; se puede estar sola en la ciudad -a todas nos ha pasado-aunque todos los flacos te miren y te murmuren cosas cuando pasás. Pero, ¿saben que? también estamos solas cuando al amor lo encontramos online: lo leemos, lo sentimos, pero no lo vemos. Cuando las pruebas sólo son escritas, duele.

No sé describir bien lo que se siente ser correspondida, es una especie de tranquilidad condimentada con mucho miedo, porque parece que algo tan perfecto está todo el tiempo a punto de explotar.

She had never felt more alive than when she lay dying in Han Alister's arms.

Tears stung her eyes. She sank her knees next to the sleeping bench and gently raked strands of golden hair from him forehead. "Don't you die. don't you dare. I forbid it." As if Han Alister had ever listened to anything she said.

That's what happens when you love someone... you notice and notice and notice.

He swept Raisa up into his arms and kissed her like it was his first, last, and only

They were like two pieces of a failed star, drawn together by a shared history and a memory of illicit kisses.

I need to go to parties, Raisa mused, so I don't think so much.

Complicated. And yet—simple. They were like two pieces of a failed star, drawn together by a shared history and a memory of illicit kisses.

Is it all right if I call you Jenna?" he asked. "If I can call you Wolf," she said. He scowled, gritting his teeth. "Could you please call me Adam?" "All right," she said. "I will try and think of you as a wolf called Adam.

No, Hanson, this is not the scene where the girl puts on a skirt and some paint and her schoolmate, who's a little thick, suddenly realizes that she is his true love." "Oh," Ash said. "Good to know.

That's what makes us human. Feeling things–even pain. That's what music does, if it's any good: it makes you feel things. You listen to a song, and somehow you know what that person was going through when he wrote it. Or maybe it puts a name to what you're feeling. And because you can share that, you don't feel so alone.

I wish I believed in something, Madison thought. I wish I belonged somewhere.

As if he'd guessed her thoughts, Micah said, "I've risked everything for you." His eyes spoke more than he said aloud.

But music-good music-was by nature an intimate act.

And yet...somehow she knew that she'd seen him before. It was more the effect he had on her than anything about his appearance. It was like he gave off a scent that made her want to run headlong into trouble.

He couldn't say why Captain Gray got under his skin the way she did. Though strong and well made, she was no great beauty, compared to the women he'd been introduced to at court. Yet, when they were together, she elbowed everything else out of his mind. "Matelon?" He looked up, and she was studying him with her amber eyes. Did she know that she had this effect on him? He prayed to all the gods she did not.

crook of his elbow and let him lead her toward the back