Quotes About Connection

Cassel, she said, you want to know how to be the most charming guy anyone's ever met? Remind them of their favorite person. Everyone's favorite person is their own damn self.

But I can't pretend that I don't like the sound of him screaming my name.

He reaches up and presses my hand to his face. ¨Its funny, isnt it, how i mocked you for your mortality when you´re certain to outlive me.¨ ¨You´re not going to die,¨ I insist. Page 289

I've loved you from the first hour of our meeting. I loved you and despaired. Before I die, I want you to know that.

But even with distance between us, the longing to touch him persists

I have, for mortals, the feeling of falling in love is very much like the feeling of fear.

Once, she made a boy come out of his house and kiss her under the streetlight. It was her first kiss. She thinks it was probably his, too. She never told him and she never, ever will.

She'd known he'd understand. Brothers and sisters had their own language, their own shorthand. She was glad to be able to share the weird, ridiculous impossibleness of it with the only person who knew all the same stories, with the person who'd made those stories in the first place. (pg. 117)

It is my belief that books are living things.

that's my wife!

I guess it's true; no one will ever love you like your family.

And when he kisses me, it feels as though I can finally breathe again.

Call stroked his head. Alex laughed. "Stupid animal." Tamara bristled. "Don't talk about Havoc that way." "Who says I was talking about Havoc?

Once, Lila Zacharov was in love with a boy with hair as black as spilled ink and eyes as dark as coffee. She would trace his name on her skin, over and over, write it in the condensation of her breath on panes of glass, scrawl it on the bottoms of her feet with the tip of her nail, like she was casting a spell.

He asks me nothing more, only matches his steps to mine.

loss sings to loss

He oído que para los mortales, la sensación de enamorarse es muy parecida a la sensación de miedo. Tu corazón late rápido. Tus sentidos se intensifican. Te sientes aturdido, tal vez incluso mareado.

I will lie down,¨ he says, letting me guide him toward his enormous bed. Once there, he does not let go of my hand. ¨Ïf you lie with me.¨ Page 308

Corny nodded, but when he moved to put the key in the ignition, Luis's hand stopped him. When he turned, their mouths met. "I'm sorry... that I've been," Luis said in between kisses,"distracted... by everything. Is it morbid... that I'm talking...?" Corny murmured something that he hoped sounded like agreement as Luis's fingers dug into his hips, pushing him up so they could crush their bodies closer together.

They are two people who ought to have, by all rights, remained enemies forever. He can't believe his good fortune, can't trace the path that got him here.

Now that I've started touching her, I can't seem to stop. Like somehow the language of my hands will tell her all the things I don't know how to say out loud.

He smiled, a real smile, the kind real boys gave real girls. "It's been a very long time since anyone worried for me.

Maybe the point of real friendship isn't that you have to repay kindness, but whatever. At least I should try. As

Maybe I didn't spend decades with you like Lucien did, but I bet I can make you laugh faster than he could.