Quotes About Connection

the one people she was meant to study, a people whose genius she would unlock, and who would unlock hers, a people who had a way of life that made sense to her.

Did love, she wondered, include this desperate yearning to present the world as truly beautiful to someone else?

He listens. He breathes into the phone. I can tell he lost someone close somehow. You can feel that in people, an openness, or maybe it's an opening that you're talking into. With other people, people who haven't been through something like that, you feel the solid wall. Your words go scattershot off of it.

Conversations in foreign languages don't linger in my head like they do in English. They don't last.

She wraps an arm around me and pulls me in tight. 'I know how you feel. You know I do. It's good to get whacked open at least once, though,' she says. 'You can't really love from inside a big thick shell.

You are in my stomach' was their most intimate expression of love

I don't know if she is outside of me or inside of me, but she is here. I feel her love for me. I feel my love reach her.

He seems smaller, his hug without much muscle.

You can't really love from inside a big thick shell.

She seemed amused, entirely uninterested in changing him. He knew it was like that at first with anyone. He also knew it might mean that she didn't care about him at all.

Tomorrow after you leave I will stand here at this window and remember that yesterday you were right here with me.

That night at Gertie's when she asked me if I preferred to be the one who loved slightly more or loved slightly less.

We went from French to a sort of hybrid of the Catalan and Castilian that he taught me, and I wonder if that's part of the reason I don't miss him, that everything we ever said to each other was in languages I'm starting to forget.

I can't swim, so you better join me.

I wasn't sure how I would kiss her without lifting her up to my lips. She laughed as if I had said this out loud.

If I smiled at her she smiled back, and there were times I half pretended, half believed, she was my wife.

I can tell he lost someone close somehow. You can feel that in people, an openness, or maybe it's an opening that you're talking into. With other people, people who haven't been through something like that, you feel the solid wall. Your words go scattershot off of it.

I told him the things that were coming back to me about my mother when I was little: her lemon smell

I tell them one of our dishwashers is from Guayaquil, and they want to meet him. I get Alejandro, and he ends up sitting and smoking with them, talking about politics and grinning madly, and I get a glimpse of who he is when he isn't engulfed in spray and steam and food waste.

Han parkerar på min gata och vi hånglar lite till. Inget prat. Inga pussar. Kyssarna är långa och intima, som om vi berättar allt det vi behöver säga varandra på det här viset

Det är så mycket lättare att gråta när man känner någons armar runt sig [Karaktärens ord]

I felt the baby roll beneath her taut skin. I had never felt that before, never known, honestly, that such a thing happened. It echoed against my palm for a long time after. It was like putting my hand to the surface of the ocean and being able to feel a fish beneath.

My old friends are getting married, too. The invitations catch up with me eventually, forwarded from Oregon or Spain or Albuquerque. Unfortunately, sometimes these invitations arrive before the wedding has taken place.

Polky Polky I used to call it." "Dot Dot, actually." Hanne smiled. "Dot Dot. I thought you were the most beautiful singer in the whole world." Oda felt pitched up onto the crest of a wave, like one of those boats far out at sea.