Quotes About Connection

But in the short term, siblings are at best a hassle and at worst a terror.

I know our nakedness means something. I know our nakedness is as much a form of trust as it a form of craving. This is what we look like when we are completely open to each other. This is where we go when we no longer want to hide.

Everything--the section of comfortable chairs in the middle, the long colourful chains that dangled lights from the ceiling--seemed designed to make you feel like you were part of something larger, without actually being made to feel small.

This is what we don't admit about first kisses: One of the most gratifying things about them is that they are proof, actual proof, that the other person wants to kiss us. We are desirable. We desire. Every kiss that matters contains a recognition at its core.

These aren't two solos, this is a duet that isn't taking itself at all seriously.

It would be too easy to say that I feel invisible. Instead, I feel painfully visible, and entirely ignored. People talk to her, but it feels like they are outside a house, talking through the walls.

She had been lost on her own and I had been lost on my own, so it was natural that once we found each other we wanted to keep being unlost with each other. But that, at heart, had made us exist.

I don't remember what book it was - it almost doesn't matter, because the sensation of being read to is so much more powerful than any individual story.

Kids don't really get to hear their parents giggle enough if you ask me...

most people don`t know my name, and nobody knows hat to call me in relation to you.

Why is it so much easier to talk to a stranger? Why do we feel we need that disconnect in order to connect?

I have to resort to email, and email is not enough. I am starting to get tired of relying on words. They are full of meaning, yes, but they lack sensation. Writing to her is not the same as seeing her face as she listens. Hearing back from her is not the same as hearing her voice.

By losing myself to her, I gain her.

Imperceptible, adj. We stopped counting our relationship in dates (first date, second date, fifth, date, seventh) and started counting it in months. That might have been the first true commitment, this shift in terminology. We never talked about it, but we were at a party and someone asked how long we`d been together, and when you said, A month and a half," I knew we had gotten there.

I shed my borrowed life for an hour and put on the borrowed life of the book I'm reading.

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 is how it is, this is how it will be.

Why is it so much easier to talk to a stranger. Why do we feel we need that disconnect to connect?

You don't feel like a stranger to me. I wanted to ask her, What does a stranger feel like? Not to be snarky or sarcastic. Because I really wanted to know if there was a difference, if there was a way to become truly knowable, if there wasn't always something keeping you a stranger, even to the people you weren't strange to at all.

People take love's continuity for granted, just as they take their body's continuity for granted.

Así que, un día cuando dos hombres pasaron por delante de ellos tomados de la mano, Austin dijo:—Oye podríamos ser nosotros dentro de diez años. Y Hugo dijo:—O de diez meses. Y Austin dijo:—O de diez días. Y Hugo dijo:—O de diez minutos. Y Austin dijo:—O de diez segundos. Entonces, contaron hasta diez y se tomaron de la mano y no se soltaron durante el resto del día.

I cried because I am starting to realize that to love someone, to really love them deeply, is to want them to be family.

Here's the thing—even if it was just sex, even if he didn't say "I love you," even if I knew it wouldn't last, you have to understand that I would have been alone without him. I would have been so alone.

I was daunted by you, and you were daunted by me. The key is to never recognize these imbalances. To not let the dauntingness daunt us.

I'd like to remain at that one delicate remove, so you can get to know me without the distraction of other people's noise.