Quotes About Connection

I no longer think she's just being nice. She's being kind. Which is much more a sign of character than mere niceness. Kindness connects to who you are, while niceness connects to how you want to be seen.

She's being kind. Which is much more a sign of character than mere niceness. Kindness connects to who you are, while niceness connects to how you want to be seen.

She's holding it together, too, and I want to tell her she doesn't have to do that for me, because I might not be able to do it or her. I can tell she's also trying not to look back, but she does it - she looks over her shoulder - and the tears won't leave her eyes.

We are not just kissing with our whole bodies, but with something that is bigger than our bodies, that is who we are and who we will be. We are kissing from a deeper part of our selves, and we are finding a deeper part of each other. It feels like electricity hitting water, fire reaching paper, the brightest light finding our eyes.

Maybe we're the pieces,' 'What?' 'Maybe that's it. With what you were talking about before. The world being broken. Maybe it isn't that we're supposed to find the pieces and put them back together. Maybe we're the pieces. Maybe, what we're supposed to do is come together. That's how we stop the breaking.' Tikkun olam.

Sinto uma ternura por essas conversas noturnas e vulneráveis, pelo modo com que as palavras assumem uma forma diferente no ar quando não há luz no quarto. Penso nas raras noites de sorte quando terminei o dia na casa de um amigo ou dividindo o quarto com um irmão ou amigo o qual gostava de verdade. Essas conversas me faziam acreditar que eu podia dizer qualquer coisa, mesmo quando estava escondendo tanto

She is sitting right next to me. I want to run my finger along her arm. I want to kiss her neck. I want to whisper the truth in her ear. But instead I watch as she conjugates verbs. I listen as the air is filled with a foreign language, spoken in haphazard bursts. I try to sketch her in my notebook, but I am not an artist, and all that comes out are the wrong shapes, the wrong lines. I cannot hold onto anything that's her.

I can see how siblings could be helpful in life—someone to share family secrets with, someone of your own generation who knows if your memories are right or not, someone who sees you at eight and eighteen and forty-eight all at once, and doesn't mind.

wenn etwas zerbricht, dann ist es nicht das zerbrechen, was verhindert, dass sich alles wieder fügt. es liegt daran, dass ein stück verloren gegangen ist, und sei es auch noch so winzig - die beiden verbliebenen stücke passen einfach nicht mehr zueinander, egal was man versucht. die gesamte struktur hat sich verändert.

Bycie w odpowiednim miejscu w odpowiednim czasie i wsparcie t? obecno?ci? drugiego cz?owieka to najlepsze, co mo?emy robi? dla siebie nawzajem.

It's just extraordinary to me that the story I write in relative isolation can then connect with so many people, and that the meaning I put into it somehow translates into meaning for a reader. I don't think you can ever expect that.

Maybe that's his thing. Maybe he's really that much of a dork. I could be friends with that kind of behavior.

No necesitamos hablar para ser conscientes de la presencia del otro.

He pulls me into a hug again, and we stay like that for a little while, to the point that it's almost like we're slow dancing. We just sway on the same spot as time beats out an empty tune.

Sé que a todos nos gusta pensar que el corazón es el centro del cuerpo, pero en este momento todas mis partes conscientes están en la mano que él sostiene.

His mother's expression softens. "Do you need anything?" she asks. For a moment, Craig's heart feels entirely porous. Not because his mother has asked such a monumental question, but because it's such an ordinary one. This is the mother he knows. Do you need anything? As if she were running to Walgreens or the grocery store. As if nothing has changed.

Quiero estar cerca de él y no por una vaga noción de lo que sería estar a su lado, sino porque ya lo he estado y no quiero que termine.

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.

Yo lo único que quiero es estar contigo.

Él dice que los regalos no son importantes, pero yo pienso que sí lo son; no por cuánto cuesten, sino por la oportunidad que nos dan de decir te entiendo.

Esto sucedió antes de que nos conociéramos, antes de que encontrase a alguien que lo acogiera y le dijera que no había nada malo en él.

Houve uma época em que éramos como vocês, só que nosso mundo não era como o seu. Vocês não fazem ideia do quanto chegaram perto da morte. Uma geração ou duas antes, e vocês talvez estivessem aqui conosco.

I think one of the highest compliments you can give a person is that when you are talking to her, you are not thinking about the fact that you are talking to her. That is, your thoughts and words all exist on a single, engaged level. You are being yourself because you aren't bothering to think about who you should be.

É isso que o amor faz: que você queira reescrever o mundo. Que você queira escolher os personagens, construir o cenário, dirigir o roteiro. A pessoa que você ama senta de frente para você, e você quer fazer tudo que estiver ao alcance para tornar isso possível, infinitamente possível. E quando são apenas vocês dois a sós numa sala, você pode fingir que é assim que as coisas são, que é assim que serão