Quotes About Connection

Solitude is long. The joys that connect us leave almost no trace.

the two of us are giving ourselves something to do, citizens henceforth of a world in which desire no longer exists.

It's not such a bad thing to maintain the rhythms of the universe.

In the end, the only truly intimate relationships are those between two people.

friends are like books you use them when you need them but u will always remember them

Again she lost herself in the talk, and again her words seemed to be warming her whole body.

Her awareness of her body was inseparable from her memory of his embrace.

And I can't complain. After all, only women are able really to love

One can't stop and suddenly speak to a complete stranger, can one?......When it happens I could die of sadness. I feel somehow empty and drained....

Love is my only lifeline.

Ella, mientras dormía, pronunciaba palabras de amor con los dedos de los pies.

and yet the woman's existence, her straining to live, came touching him like naked skin.

No me importa que sólo dure cinco o diez días, pero necesito a alguien que pueda hacerme olvidar completamente de mí misma.

La conciencia de su propio cuerpo era inseparable del recuerdo de aquel abrazo.

It was, with no attempt at covering itself, the naked heart of a woman calling out to her man.

Cum o fi oare sentimentul de singur?tate la animale?

Animalele nu sunt lipsite de sentimente… Dac? n-aÈ™ avea lâng? mine ceva viu, care s? se miÈ™te, n-aÈ™ putea suporta singur?tatea.

Nothing is so strange when one is in love.

If man had a tough,hairy hide like a bear,his world would be different indeed- It was through a thin , smooth skin that man loved.

Now that he was near her, this sighing of the human skin took on a dreamlike quality like the spell of the mountains.

Un ponte di pietra tra le anime? Meglio allora un arcobaleno. Sì, è possible che il ponte che unisce due anime sia simile a un arcobaleno.

Sì, è possibile che il ponte che unisce due anime sia simile a un arcobaleno.»

I know a man who photographed the view he saw from the window of the room where he made love and not the face of the woman he loved there.

People use each other as a healing for their pain. They put each other on their existential wound, on the eye, on the cunt, on mouth and open hand. They hold each other and won't let go.