Quotes About Connection

I know that deep down, I mean the world to him. - Deep down? [...] You shouldn't have to venture deep down in order to get to love.

They'd been friends for a little while but they'd never talked about how they felt.

I am kissing her for a reason that transcends want and need, that feels elemental to our existence, a molecular component on which our universe will be built.

It's good to share a life—and it's good to share minutes and hours, too, Danny thinks. With a wife. With a husband. With a boyfriend, girlfriend, best friend. With a fling. With a brother.

me: you know what sucks about love? o.w.g.: what? me: that it's so tied to truth.

crave, v.: Nothing makes me feel as welcome in the world as the sound of you laughing at a joke I've made.

What if Katie Couric had turned to me and said, "The love of your life is here in this crowd"? Would I have believed her? Would it have even been possible, if we'd met then?

Did I love her then? Yes, in a genuine way. But I knew it wasn't everlasting, and that was okay. We had the time that we had, and we would be together for the rest of it.

I did not want the universe's ever-growing entropy to interfere with my lovelife

Yes, our situations are different. But we're both human, and that means we both have the nearly infinite potential to mess things up, and need a nearly infinite amount of patience and grace in order to be the people we should be.

I push her hair over her ear. Look her in the eye. Feel so much love for her then that it feels like the love I have for life itself.

I was still scared by every gap in our conversation, fearing that this was it, the point where we had nothing left to say.

We remember what it was like to meet someone new. We remember what it was like to grant someone possibility. You look out from your own world and then you step into his, not really knowing what you'll find there, but hoping it will be something good.

She wasn't pretty, but there were moments when I found her beautiful.

This is what love does: It makes you want to rewrite the world. It makes you want to choose the characters, build the scenery, guide the plot. The person you love sits across from you, and you want to do everything in your power to make it possible, endlessly possible. And when it's just the two of you, alone in a room, you can pretend that this is how it is, this is how it will be.

basis, n.: There has to be a moment at the beginning when you wonder whether you're inlove with the person or in love with the feeling of love itself.

But once upon a time - that would be our time - a telephone cord seemed like nothing less than a lifeline. It was your attachment to the outside world and, even more than that, your attachment to the people you loved, or wanted to love, or tried to love. Everything about it was fitting - the way it curled in on itself, the way it got so easily tangled, the way you could pull it only so far before it kept you in place. Twisted and knotted and essential.

After that, I promised myself I wouldn't get into any more virtual entanglements, as easy as they might seem to be. Because what's the point of something virtual if it doesn't end up being real?

Is saying 'I love you' really what defines a relationship? It's the actions, not the words.

But I think we both knew, even then, that what we had was something even more rare, and even more meaningful. I was going to be his friend and was going to show him possibilities.

Every time two boys kiss, it opens up the world a little bit more.

Silence only harms when there are things that aren't being said, or when there's the fear that the well is empty and there's nothing left to say.

He kisses me back with a kiss like a smile.

Love, n. I'm not going to even try.