Quotes About Connection

We lost track of time because we felt like time had lost track of us.

I have never wanted a lover. In order to have a lover, I must go back to the root of the word. For I have never wanted a lover, but I have always wanted to love, and to be loved.

The kiss I like the most is one of the slow ones. It's as much breath as touch, as much no as yes.

Unless you count the way the words sink into Neil, the way his life feels a little more solid than it did five minutes before.

This is the problem with having a barrier between you and everyone else--you see it, but they don't. They talk to you, but you can't talk back to them.

Did it matter that we both drank coffee at night and both happened to go to Barcelona the summer after our senior year? In the long view, was it such a revelation that we were both ticklish and that we both liked dogs more than cats? Really, weren't these facts just placeholders until the long view could truly assert itself? We were painting by numbers, starting with the greens. Because that happened to be our favorite color. And this, we figured, had to mean something.

Two sixty-three. Noah tells me. ?!??? I reply.

People take love's continuity for granted...

This, I've discovered, is the best way to waste time, because it isn't really wasted -- surrounded by friends, talking crap and sometimes talking for real, with snacks around and something on a screen.

But whether or not you are here, you are here—because these words are for you, and they wouldn't exist if you weren't here in some way.

indelible, adj. That first night, you took your finger and pointed to the top of my head, then traced a line between my eyes, down my nose, over my lips, my chin, my neck, to the center of my chest. It was so surprising, I knew I would never mimic it. That one gesture would be yours forever.

LOVE is one kind of abstraction ...

Sometimes I love it when we just lie on our backs, gaze off, stay still.

They have left the first stage of romance—the rhapsody of us. Where everything is you-me or me-you or a giddily tentative we. Now him and her are asserting themselves, each given a private, pensive depth. Within the rhapsody of us, Elijah could think, I don't really know you, but I will. Now he is not so sure.

Don't get trapped into thinking people are halves instead of wholes.

When people say love is blind, they act like that's a good thing. But some people find their way around in the darkness a little better than others.

The important people in our lives leave imprints. They may stay or go in the physical realm, but they are always there in your heart, because they helped form your heart. There's no getting over that.

Most of the time when we think we're looking for death, we're really looking for love. That

Tiny is trying his darnedest to start a musical conversation with Phil, but at first, Phil's not into it. Luckily, Tiny's persistent—like Angel in Rent, but without the cross-dressing and the specter of AIDS hovering over everything.

i feel that if my soul could talk it would talk like this

It's weird how much that helps. To have one other person know the truth. To have that reflecting back at me. I don't actually need the world to know. Just one or two people.

i would give anything to not have to spend the next twenty minutes sitting across from her, because she doesn't believe in letting silence go. no, she has to fill it up with talk. i want to tell her that's what the voices in your head are for, to get you through all the silent parts, but she doesn't want to be with her thoughts unless she's saying them out loud.

No sólo está narrando la historia, me la está dando.

Me asombra lo aleatorio, lo cómico y la fe que nos une a todos y nos hace seguir adelante.