Quotes About Connection

ardent, adj. It was after sex, when there was still heat and mostly breathing, when there was still touch and mostly thought... it was as if the whole world could be reduced to the sound of a single string being played, and the only thing this sound could make me think of was you. Sometimes desire is in the air; sometimes desire is liquid. And every now and then, when everything else is air and liquid, desire solidifies, and the body is the magnet that draws its weight.

We love and we feel and we try and we hope.

Why is it so much easier to talk to a stranger? why do we feel we need to disconnect in order to connect? If I wrote Dear Sofia or Dear Boomer or Dear Lily's Great-Aunt at the top of this postcard, wouldn't that change the words that followed? Of course it would. But the question is: When I wrote Dear Lily, was that just a version of Dear Myself? I know it was more than that. But it was also less than that, too

barfly n. You have the ability to talk to anyone which is an ability I do not share.

I want this world small enough for the two of us I want you to think of me that way I want this world to crash us into marvelous I want you to kiss me and say:

gravity, n. I imagine you saved my life. And then I wonder if I'm just imagining it.

But the thing about a cry for help is that someone else needs to be around to hear it.

There is no word for our kind of friendship. Two people who don't see each other a lot, but can make each other effortlessly happy

Music is everywhere. It's in the air between us, waiting to be sung.

Its a fine line between love and stalking.

People take love's continuity for granted, just as they take their body's continuity for granted. They don't realize that the best thing about love is its regular presence.

What I learned The well-documented difference Between alone and lonely The comfort of knowing

What a strange phrase — –not seeing other people. As if it's been constructed to be a lie. We see other people all the time. The question is what we do about it.

It's the secret smile you get from knowing that, somewhere, there is someone who is yours. Not in the sense that you own her or control her. She is yours because you can say anything to her, whenever you need to. And she can do the same, whenever she needs to.

Every relationship has a hard part at the beginning. This is our hard part. It's not like a puzzle piece where there's an instant fit. With relationships, you have to shape the pieces on each end before they go perfectly together.

You wanna-I dunno-get coffee or something sometime? Justin smiled Not coffee. But yes. Not Coffee it is, then. Yes, Not Coffee.

It's not the easy things that let you get to know a person.

The words that matter always stay.

There is certainty in a ring. The non-ending, the non-beginning. The ongoing. The way it holds on to you not because it's fastened or stretched or adhered. It holds on because it fits.

I've lost track of where friendship ends and falling begins. (this is the foolish refrain of the hopelessly devoted.) there are times I want to kiss you midsentence. undo the not-doing with one gesture.

As if when someone close to us dies, we momentarily trade places with them, in the moment right before. And as we get over it, we're really living their life in reverse, from death to life, from sickness to health.

me: you know what sucks about love? o.w.g.: what? me: that it's so tied to the truth. I know it sucks, but in a way, it's good....Love and truth being tied together, I mean. They make each other possible, you know?

How amazing it is that friendships can become so full that you can't imagine what your life was like before them.

I think they have compatible silences.