Quotes About Connection

Mourning the death of strangers is a blunted butter knife experience, bearing no resemblance to the slicing, machete-like bereavement of losing someone you know.

One of the things I learned with Charles," said Gray carefully, "was that finding someone like you does not necessarily mean that either of you should be that way.

the small, humble offerings that couples proffer after foraging in separate backyards

It was peculiar how the more you got to know someone, the more you grew to appreciate how little you knew, how little you had ever known- as if progressive intimacy didn't involve becoming more perceptive, but growing only more perfectly ignorant.

Nothing is interesting of you're not interested. In vain, I had been waiting for Kevin to price out, to demonstrate as I stood arms folded that he was worthy of my ardor. That was too much to demand of a little boy, who would only be as lovable to me as I allowed him to be. It was past time that I at least met Kevin halfway.

The existence of other people is essentially awkward.

There is no connection between the political ideas of our educated class and the deep places of the imagination.

Being a Jew is like walking in the wind or swimming: you are touched at all points and conscious everywhere.

The true speech of man is idiomatic, if not of the earth and sky, then at least of the saloon and the bleachers.

As I say the words, I realize how true they are. And maybe that's the trick to getting through it, through life: realizing that everybody, including ourselves, is lugging around some kind of screwed-up baggage. Maybe we are put here to help each other carry the loads.

Child, think not of those things, those dark possibilities. Your father and brothers are here with you today. Lavain will tug at your braids, Tirry will sing you songs, and your father will see his wife's beauty in you. Savor their love today. And it will never leave you.

Elaine, I remember the first time I met you. You were so young, so scared. It nearly broke my heart to see you so.

found myself remembering the strong breadth of his chest, the narrow span of his hips. And his lovemaking…

Both of my parents would say they were atheists, so where I inherited my connection to God I don't know. But it's natural. No Bible, no Torah, just the love religion.

Ketika kau mencintai seseorang, secara otomatis kau menerima segala sesuatu tentang dirinya. Hal-hal yang menjadikan dirinya apa adanya, itulah yang mebuatmu mencintainya. (David Koster - Haunted (Teratu))

Daniel reaches out and grabs my hand to steady me. His skin is warm and soft, and holding his hand sends an electric sensation up my right arm. He holds my hand firmly until I regain my balance, which takes me a heartbeat longer than it should have. "Thanks for keeping me from falling," I say. He smiles warmly. "Sometimes we just can't stop ourselves from falling, cher.

I'm probably getting too familiar with him, but there's something about him that makes me feel like I would tell him anything. He asks these incredibly direct questions, things that some of my closest friends have never even thought to ask, and I'm inexplicably compelled to share all these deeply personal thoughts. He's like human Xanax or something.

He smiles, his palpable charisma pulling me in like low tide. Or riptide.

Suddenly I'm no longer aware of the people around us, just the feel and the warmth and the scent of Daniel, and the way he's holding me near to him

He stops rocking and looks into my eyes. We're inches apart and I'm mesmerized by the tiny flecks of indigo in his blue eyes. A girl could drown in those eyes. And it wouldn't be the worst way to go.

I'm mesmerized by the way he speaks—New Orleans is pronounced N'awlins. When he says backyard, it's backyaaad. It's the kind of voice that makes you feel instantly at home, like you're a close friend or part of the inner circle. —SINGLE-MINDED

He gently takes the lead, and I trail behind him up the narrow spiral stairway at the back of the kitchen. His hand is warm, and holding it feels like the easiest thing in the world. Too easy. I'm going to get myself in trouble.

I rock in his arms under the stars and the blanket of night air, unwilling or unable to tear myself away.

For a long time we sit there not saying anything, enjoying the quiet of the bay and the occasional steamy knee bump.