Quotes About Connection

We are not people who touch each other carelessly; every point of contact between us feels important, a rush of energy and relief.

The person you became with her is worth being.

His fingers slide into my hair, and I hold on to his arms to stay steady as we press together like two blades at a stalemate. He is stronger than anyone I know, and warmer than anyone else realizes; he is a secret that I have kept, and will keep for the rest of my life.

I belong to the people I love, and they belong to me--they, and the love and loyaty I give them, form my identity far more than any word or group ever could.

What is it with you today?" says Christina on the way to breakfast. Her eyes are still swollen from sleep and her tangled hair forms a fuzzy halo around her face. Oh, you know," I say. Sun shining. Birds chirping." She raises an eyebrow at me, as if reminding me that we are in an underground tunnel.

He slides his hand over my cheek, one finger anchored behind my ear. Then he tilts his head down and kisses me, sending a warm ache through my body. I wrap my hands around his arm, holding him there as long as I can. When he touches me, the hollowed-out feeling in my chest and stomach is not as noticeable.

But when I do feel all the strength go out of me, and I fall to my knees beside the table and I think I cry, then, or at least I want to, and everything inside me screams for just one more kiss, one more word, one more glance, one more.

You die, I die too.

I do know who you are. I just needed to be reminded.

Then I realize what it is. It's him. Something about him makes me feel like I am about to fall. Or turn to liquid. Or burst into flames.

Are we alone? Over time, you will come up with various answers to that same nagging question. Eventually one day it will occur to you that this endless asking is the answer you have been looking for. The fact that we have an ongoing dialogue with the universe is proof enough that there is "something" out there.

Energy is not good or bad, but rather, it is either yours or someone else's.

The entire sum of existence is the magic of being needed by just one other person.

The message for business people contemplating their place in cyberspace is simple and direct: get linked or get lost.

In the deepest nights words left behind or asleep may find their connections. In scattered papers, who knows or forgets them? Someday perhaps they'll resonate—who knows?— in a few sympathetic hearts.

I love you, yes, oh Shivering One!

You are the calling of lovers, the signals that silently appeal to one another in the dark. Sky with rubbed out stars, you give yourself, like a warm field, to these noiseless wings.

Pero otro día toco tu mano. Mano tibia... Tu delicada mano silente. A veces cierro mis ojos y toco leve tu mano, leve toque que comprueba su forma, que tienta su estructura, sintiendo bajo la piel alada el duro hueso insobornable, el triste hueso adonde no llega nunca el amor. Oh carne dulce, que sí empapa del amor hermoso.

Your beautiful heart was born to love.

Neither ventured on that fragile word--love. Together they glided into the vortex of their night of love. They went from an embrace to whispered talk, from whispering to sleep and dreams, from dreams to more embraces. These two had come together from the ends of the world to meet for a few hours in the hotel bed of Room No. 68 where so many had slept before them ...

In the big city nobody has time to make friends. The big city is a big solitude.

Marriage always demands the finest arts of insincerity possible between two human beings.

There are shortcuts to happiness, and dancing is one of them.

Revealed humanity is the common denominator of all authentic communication.