Quotes About Connection

It was interesting how you could say things when you where walking that you might not otherwise have said with the pressure of eye contact across a table.

Was there anything better than to be wanted? Was that all anyone really needed?

Each memory, good and bad, was another invisible thread that bound them together, even when they were foolishly thinking they could lead separate lives. It was as simple and complicated as that.

when you didn't let a woman help, it was a way of keeping her at a distance, of letting her know that she wasn't family, of saying I don't like you enough to let you into my kitchen.

She enjoyed being told off by them. She could hear the rhythms of her own voice, her mother's voice, her grandmother's voice, every relieved cranky woman from the beginning of time.

The other mothers, the teachers, the people . I didn't realize that having a child was so social. You're always talking to people.

We should have given up years ago. It's so clear now. We should have "explored other options." We should have adopted. We gave up years of our lives and we very nearly destroyed our marriage. Our happy ending could have and should have arrived so much sooner. And even though I adore the fact that Francesca has Ben's eyes, I also see now that her biological connection to us is irrelevant.

How could she not be with someone forever when even their feet-his huge, not especially attractive feet, with their long hairy toes-felt like home?

If she was handing over a slice of her heart, she wanted the exact same size given back in return. Actually, she really preferred a bigger piece, thank you very much.

He's the first person I want to tell when somebody upsets me; my foot pressing on the accelerator, desperate to get home from work just to tell him, the moment I tell him, the moment his face lights up with fury on my behalf, it's better, it's fixed.

We're all on our own. Even when you're surrounded by people, or sharing a bed with a loving lover, you're alone.

I understand now that desperate, clumsy desire to make people feel better—even when you know perfectly well that nothing will.

It wasn't logical, but the better you knew someone, the more blurry they became. The accumulation of facts made them disappear.

It was strange, because she always felt that she hid herself from Erika, that she was more 'herself' with her 'true' friends, where the friendship flowed in an ordinary, uncomplicated, grown-up fashion (emails, phone calls, drinks, dinners, banter and jokes that everyone got), but right now it felt like none of those friends knew her the raw, ugly, childish, basic way that Erika did.

Cat felt that sense of pleasure and pride that she always felt when she saw her sisters in public. "Look at them!" she wanted to say to people. "My sisters. Aren't they great? Aren't they annoying?

It felt pointless celebrating without other people, as if the whole objective had always been to perform the festivities for an audience.

But women like Tess didn't seem to have that need to share the ordinary facts of their lives, and that made Cecilia desperate to know them.

You're like a favorite pillow. I have to pack you wherever I go.

Family life, even with just one little boy, had its own familiar rhythms, and it was perfectly possible to keep right on dancing like you always have, even when your mind is somewhere else.

I'm your best friend, Erika," he said sadly. "Don't you know that?

But then there were the other times, unexpected quiet moments, where they'd catch each other's eyes, and all the years of hurt and joy, bad times and good times, seemed to fuse into a feeling that she knew was so much stronger, more complex and real, than of those fledgling feelings for Dominick, or even the love she'd first felt for Nick in those early years.

He has mistakes in his past. I have mistakes in mine. The fact that we actually are each other's mistakes is irrelevant!

Her fiancé, Nico, now handled all the small-talk requirements of their relationship, chatting to chatty cab drivers and chatty aunts with ease. Christina sometimes fretted she wasn't bringing enough to the table. 'A relationship isn't a bill you split down the middle,' Nico told her. He was wrong. It was exactly like that. She'd keep an eye on it.

Ellen came out of the nursery from checking on Grace and said, "I love her so much it's just…" "Excruciating," supplied her mother. "I know. It doesn't really get any better. You just learn to live with it.