Quotes About Connection

People put together big movements on the internet. They help each other. Strangers help strangers. It isn't all bad.

bodies are stupid; they just want to be loved.

I felt something for her once. Not tenderness. Not love. But a shared delusion that expresses itself in violence is almost more intimate than love.

Our fingers lie loose together, not demanding anything except the lightest possible contact. Either his or mine are trembling slightly, but I can't tell which. I only feel the motion.

I'm not prepared to say I love her. But I am willing to admit to myself that it's more than curiosity, more than liking, more than the kind of one-night-stand lust that you get over in the morning. There are moments when it feels like I've always known her. And then, like tonight, there are moments when I feel like I don't know her at all. Like she's a mystery I'll never solve, wrapped in barbed wire and thorns and roses.

Creatures of your planet sing. I sing. The stars sing. Who am I to believe they are not singing on purpose?

We don't care about everyone… It isn't in our natures. We can only care about those we know, or those we are connected with.

Violence at a distance was still horrific and should be felt just as deeply.

That smile tells me he's not done. That we're not done.

I love these kids. I love them so much it steals my breath and squeezes me flat, and at the same time, it makes me feel weightless and exalted.

Michael, your my big brother.

Those who dwell among the beauties and mysteries of the earth are never alone or weary of life.

it is not half so important to know as to feel

The lasting pleasures of contact with the natural world are not reserved for scientists but are available to anyone who will place himself under the influence of earth, sea, and sky and their amazing life.

If you write what you yourself sincerely think and feel and are interested in, the chances are very high that you will interest other people as well.

The mosh pit will reveal all the answers. The mosh pit never lies. -Norah, Nick & Norah's Infinite Playlist

There's no such thing as a soulmate...and who would want there to be? I don't want half of a shared soul. I want my own damn soul.

The Beatles, they had it all figured out, okay? 'I Want to Hold Your Hand.' The first single. It's effing brilliant, right?... That's what everybody wants... They don't want a twenty-four-hour hump sesh, they don't want to be married to you for a hundred years. They just want to hold your hand.

The best is when we all go at once, like an army of interrelated popcorn zombies who laugh the same laughs and gasp the same gasps and aren't so germ-phobic with each other that we won't share a ginormous Coke with one straw. Family is useful like that.

I'm so into you, it's not even funny. (Naomi & Ely's No Kiss List)

The complexity embedded in the different levels of meaning that go along with the words I love you ought to be a whole mindfuck of a video game

No. No no no no. It is not easy. Things that matter are not easy. Feelings of happiness are easy. Happiness is not. Flirting is easy. Love is not. Saying you're friends is easy. Being friends is not.

But she's not, and I am left to wonder on my own: How does this work, the getting to know a new guy without revealing too much desperation for his undivided attention?

Friendship is love as much as any romance. And like any love, it's difficult and treacherous and confusing. But in the moment when your knees touch, there's nothing else you could ever want.