Quotes About Connection

when they really, selflessly love each other it changes them both. It lingers on in the energy of their lives, even when they are apart.

If he stayed close enough to Maggie for long enough, the dog might wind up with more education than me. Then there'd be no talking to him.

Magic comes from the heart, from your feelings, your deepest expressions of desire.

I figure everyone is so insane about the internet there must be something cool there.

Nearly everyone underestimates how powerful the touch of another person's hand can be. The need to be touched is something so primal, so fundamentally a part of our existence as human beings that its true impact upon us can be difficult to put into words.

She kissed me again, and I returned it in kind, and it was a liquid, smooth thing, as restrained and desperate as the near-still surface of a rushing river.

I don't care about whose DNA has recombined with whose. When everything goes to hell, the people who stand by you without flinching—they are your family.

Do you want to be my dad?

Death is certain, Aleran—for all of us. That being true, we know that all of those we love will either be torn away from us, or we will be torn away from them. It follows as naturally as the night after sundown.

Bernard had become, not so much important to her as he was natural to her whole being. He was as much a part of her thoughts as breath, food, and sleep. At once present and not present, conspicuous with his absence and filling her with a sense of completion when he was there.

I'm not saying pain is what defines us as human beings. But it is, in many ways, what unites us.

Family isn't something one discards lightly.

Bob wasn't precisely a friend to me but…I was used to him. In a way he was family, the mouthy, annoying, irritable cousin who was always insulting you but who was definitely at Thanksgiving dinner. I had never considered the possibility that one day he might be something else.

It was more than that, too. There is a primal reassurance in being touched, in knowing that someone else, someone close to you, wants to be touching you. There is a bone-deep security that goes with the brush of a human hand, a silent, reflex-level affirmation that someone is near, that someone cares.

I'm not saying pain is what defines us as human beings. But it is, in many ways, what unites us. We all recognize other people in pain. Damned near all of us are moved to do something about it when we see it. It's our common enemy, though it isn't, really, an enemy. Pain is, at least when our bodies are working properly, a teacher. A really tough, really strict, and perfectly fair teacher.

Just a hint," she pressed. "A word of comment. Something shared between two people who are very attracted to one another." "Which two people would that be?

Birthdays are about families. Whether they're a biological family or one that's come together by choice, it's your family who gathers to celebrate the anniversary of *you*.

Those who have such a family seldom realize how rare and precious it is.

It was that last phrase that did it. It hit me like a bucket of cold water. Maggie.

The eyes are a window to the soul. Literally. Looking someone steadily in the eyes is an uncomfortable, intense experience for anyone. If you don't believe me, pick a stranger sometime, and just go up to them and stare them in the eye until that moment when there's a sudden acknowledgement of lowered barriers, that moment that inspires awkward silences and racing hearts.

There is a primal reassurance in being touched, in knowing that someone else, someone close to you, wants to be touching you. There is a bone-deep security that goes with the brush of a human hand a silent, reflex-deep affirmation that someone is near, that someone cares.

Walk up to someone without speaking, and look them in the eyes. There's a certain amount of leeway for a second, or two, or three. And then there's a distinct sensation of sudden contact, of intimacy.

There's power in the touch of another person's hand....Hands that wrap us in warmth, that hold us close. Hands that guide us to shelter, to comfort, to food. Hands that hold and touch and reassure us through our very first crisis, and guide us into our very first shelter from pain. The first thing we ever learn is that the touch of someone's hand can ease pain and make things better. That's power. That's power so fundamental that most people never even realize it exists.

Maybe I'll bump into you again sometime." "I'd like that. Only next time without the gun." "One of those old-fashioned girls, huh?" I said.