Quotes About Connection

Quinn talked with her entire body: arms, eyes, shoulders, mouth. She was performance art, so alive that sometimes he argued with her just so he could watch her flush and gesture.

No, this wasn't just about sex, but for the next hour or so, it was going to be mostly about sex.

Allie put her chin on his shoulder to look into the carton. He had great shoulders and Chinese food. At the moment, he was the perfect man.

I swear, Nell said, walking faster, you're looking at a life of hamburger and no yelling. She held the dachshund closer, and it sighed this time and put its head on her arm, and she stopped to look down into its eyes. Hello, she said, and SugarPie stared back, pathetic and wide-eyed in the glow from the streetlight, her eyelashes fluttering like a Southern belle confronted by a Yankee.

The thing about love is, you don't get to choose," Suze said. "You just wake up one day and there it is, sitting at the foot of the bed, going 'nyah, nyah, gotcha,' and there's not a damn thing you can do about it.

Nobody in my life has ever known me the way you do. Nobody in my life has ever made me feel as good as you do. You know me, you know everything about me, and when you leave me, you're going to be leaving the real me, the me nobody else has ever seen, that's who you're going to be rejecting.

No more pipeline. I've lost all my interest in the West. The only thing I want to explore is you

What I want, when I'm done here, is to go back to the house and tell Agnes about my day, find out what happened during hers. That's always interesting.

You go to a party or whatever, and you spend the whole night zeroing in on the woman in red, the blonde in the corner, the girl with the big laugh, and then, as you are leaving, you see someone out of the corner of your eye, her hair glinting in the light, her long neck tilted slightly as she listens intently to the person next to her. And you know she's the one you should of talked to.

and then, it's just me alone in bed with a man who can sleep with his back to me while I cry silent tears tha make the pillow wet around my head.

To live in this world you must be able to do three things, to love what is mortal: to hold it against your bones knowing your own life depends on it and when the time comes let it go

You leave a place and people and after a while, you change, they change and whatever it was that connected you to begin with is gone forever

isn't that what happens in us in our lives? Don't we all reach out in our nights and our days, full of some mysterious agenda, and hope another person can somehow read our minds and give us our heart's desire? I wonder why we are like this. What happens to us along the way that makes us so afraid to ask for what we really want? And what do we become when we lose that ability?

It's a terrible thing to feel alone when you are with other people, when those other people are supposed to be your family even thought they aren't, not really. That kind of being alone makes you feel wrong inside your own body, like you bones don't fit under your skin, like something inside your stomach wants to get out and fly away.

There is a love like no other. A love that requires no conditions. A love that can't be explained or learned. It's a love that gives you a greater purpose. It's a love that can set the rest of your world aside.

Your friend mourns your losses with you, because they experience them too. The truth is, no matter how lonely you might feel, you're never going through anything alone....you can choose your family.

Families come in all shapes and sizes, and they don't have to fit the perfect dream ideal to make you happy. They are the people that support and love you by giving you strength when you need it the most.

There is a love like no other. A love that requires no conditions. A love that can't be explained or learned.  It's a love that gives you a greater purpose. It's a love that can set the rest of your world aside.

He swore his love to me again and again until he finally realized that I cannot love anything right now. Falling in love is like holding a white flag out to your enemies and saying, "we give up, we're in love." Love is surrender.

If the isolation that accompanies blindness compels me to a deeper connection with God, I am the richer. All of us need to treasure anything within us that makes us feel just a little detached from the greater arena of human experience, for it may be the one thing that God mercifully gives us to tie us to Himself and fill our need to be known by Him.

Siblings are literally, biologically, under your skin from birth. Because some fetal cells stay in the mother's body and are then passed along to further offspring, you're born with genetic material from your older siblings in your body. It, and they, will probably stay with you until you die.

I wanted love, the big love, the kind people wrote songs and made movies about. I wanted to be the center of some guy's universe, the only thing he could think about. I wanted to matter that way.

He'd been lonely, and I'd been lonely, but if we were together, we'd never have to be lonely again.

Baby, groaned the guy-Ted? Tad?-something like that-and crushed his lips against the side of her neck, shoving her face against the wall of the toilet stall.