Quotes About Connection

The gun slipped on Emily's temple, and he suddenly knew that if she killed herself, he would die. Maybe not immediately, maybe not with the same blinding pain, but it would happen. You couldn't live for very long without a heart.

Polar north can't get away from a magnet; the magnet finds it, no matter what.

There is nothing worse than silence, strung like heavy beads on too delicate a conversation.

It was almost as if there was a tear in the fabric I was made of, and he was the only color thread that would match to stitch it back up.

There are some nights when you just want to know there's someone else besides you in this wide world.

Well, you have to find that rare someone for whom you're not putting on a show. Someone who shines a spotlight in your direction—not because you're who they need you to be, or who they want you to be…just because you're you.

Love makes life a little brighter

She's not like anyone I've ever seen before. When I'm not with her, I want to be. And when she opens the book and I see her face, I can barely remember what I'm supposed to say, much less how to speak at all. I test the words on my tongue. I think I might be in love with her. But how can I really know, since the only love I've ever experienced was written for me?

After all, once you know that part of something exists, it stands to reason that the rest of it is somewhere out there, too.

It is strange to think that we might have crossed paths, and still not have known what we were missing.

It turns out that sharing the past with someone is different from reliving it when you're alone. It feels less like a wound, more like a poultice.

There are two ways of looking at walls. Either they are built to keep people you fear out or they are built to keep people you love in. Either way, you create a divide.

Everyone is afraid of saying the wrong thing. It's more important to be there than to be right.

But there's a part of me that wonders what it would be like to be the most important person to someone else, to always feel like you were missing a piece of yourself when he wasn't near you.

Sometimes, I think my whole life has been about holding onto you.

You keep distracting me," I tell her. "All I'm doing is sitting here talking to you!" "Exactly," I say, and I smile at her.j

There is a magic to intimacy, a world built of sighs and skin that is thicker than brick, stronger than iron. There is only you, and him, so impossibly close that nothing can come between. Not the enemy, not your allies. In this safe haven, in this hallowed place and time, I could even ask the questions whose answers I feared.

I've always been able to see you, I say. It's a rather lovely view.

The first time she kissed me, I truly thought I'd had an aneurysm - my pulse was thundering so loud and my senses were exploding. This, I remember thinking, the only word I could hold on to in a sea of feelings.

I didn't think i could possibly love another baby as much as I loved the one I'd already had, I continue. But the strangest thing happened when I held you for the first time. It was like my heart suddenly unfolded. Like there was this secret space I didn't even know existed, and there was room for both of you. I stare at her. Once my feelings were stretched like that, there was no going back. Without you, it just would have felt empty.

There's no way to convince her that just because you put half. planet between you and someone else, you can't drive that person out of your thoughts. Believe me. I've tried.

Life could take on any number of shapes while you were busy fighting your own demons. But if you were changing at the same rate as the person beside you, nothing else really mattered. You became each other's constant.

I don't think anyone who falls in love has a choice. You're just pulled to that person like true north, whether it's good for you or bound to break your heart.

When was the last time someone read aloud to you? Probably when you were a child, and if you think back, you'll remember how safe you felt, tucked under the covers, or curled in someone's arms, as a story was spun around you like a web.