Quotes About Connection

And I see you have not resisted their lure either." He motioned toward her books. "Might I look at your selections?" She hesitated and clutched her books closer out of habit. She had often felt that the books one read were a peek into the soul of the reader. That was why her personal library was kept in a locked room very separate from the places where her visitors went for her wild parties. Sharing these selections with Benedict felt so very intimate.

Maybe every couple lived in the gaps between conversations, unable to say the important things for fear they had already been said, or couldn't be said; maybe every relationship started over every time two people came together.

It was odd and intimate, their hands connected, their heads in different rooms. They could talk. They could hold hands. But they couldn't see each other's faces.

Don't ever say that after sex, do you understand? If you feel the urge to say it, go see the girl first thing in the morning, with her night breath and no makeup...watch her on the toilet...listen to her with her friends...go meet her hairy mother and her shrill friends...and if you still feel the need to say such a stupid thing, then God help you.

Rye wondered if loving another person was a trap—that eventually you had to either lose them or lose yourself.

Even if they don't find what they're looking for, isn't it enough to be out walking together in the sunlight?

Our stories go in every direction, but sometimes, if we're lucky, our stories join into one, and for a while, we're less alone.

Stories are people. I'm a story, you're a story . . . your father is a story. Our stories go in every direction, but sometimes, if we're lucky, our stories join into one, and for a while, we're less alone.

Something about the memory caused him to tear up, to think again about the unknowable nature of the people we love.

Everyone sees the same movie, but every reader experiences a different book, because reading involves you in hours of active, creative work, the characters, their movements and thoughts re-created in your own mind, their struggles and triumphs connecting to your own until a book becomes like a piece of music you've played—and sometimes mastered—over a period of days, or weeks.

Stories are people. I'm a story, you're a story . . . Your father is a story. Our stories go in every direction, but sometimes, if we're lucky, our stories join into one, and for a while, we're less alone.

Pasquale's eyes felt heavy and he thought it might be the most intimate thing possible, to fall asleep next to someone in the afternoon.

That's why people write books and stories, no doubt, to leave some impression behind, to share a sense of the beauty and pain. This

En zelfs als ze niet vinden waarnaar ze op zoek zijn, is het dan niet voldoende om samen in het zonlicht te lopen?

Automobiles and horse wagons filled the streetcar's wake, and Rye stood at that intersection for a long time, staring at the tracks. The whole country was laced together with tracks. He could get on a train and end up in New York City if he wanted, and this felt like another reverie, or a premonition. The world was becoming a single place.

For several seconds, they stand there, ...just four feet apart now, but separated by a thick granite counter, by fifty years and two fully lived lives. No one speaks. No one breathes.

If every event is part of the fabric of the conspiracy, then everything must have a reason, a meaning.

Sometimes he would stare at a hand-sized place on her body, the notch above her hip, the curve of her calf, the groove at the back of her neck, and he worried about the loyalty of his hands, daydreamed about their betrayal.

and he urges the old man to remember the last moment he felt his being without its relation to beloved Amedea, his last moment of individual happiness or longing—

7. Be real If you want to play with your kids, you must be 100 percent real in what you do. Don't be afraid to look silly. Let them guide. Stop worrying about what others think of you or what you think of yourself. Get down on their level and try to let go for even 20 minutes a day if it is difficult for you. Even a little playtime on their level is worth more than any toy you could buy.

Happy kids grow up to make happy adults who make happy kids and so on.

When you substitute the "I" for the "we" even illness becomes wellness

Good. I think I'm falling for you too. Let's not pull this chute.

What are we doing? What are you doing?" "Loving you," he says simply. "If you'll let me." "Always. God, always.