Quotes About Connection

She has bitten into a crisp juicy apple and wondered if the bite and the thought were connected-- one never knew what went together, and seemingly random acts could be cosmically related.

Now he wasn't going to be here to love me or to talk to me. To have conversations with me about everything. Stuff. What was on his mind.

He was my true home. My first safe place.

I heard her surprise and then the sigh as we began the rhythm of connection and self-absorption, the miracle of sex.

Call us what you will: we are made such by love.

When we know to read our own hearts, we acquire wisdom of the hearts of others.

In my writing, I want to be laid bare as a human being.

This wasn't the sea of the inexorable horizon and smashing waves, not the sea of distance and violence, but the sea of the etenally leveling patience and wetness of water. Whether it comes to you in a storm or in a cup, it owns you--we are more water than dust. It is our origin and our destination.

Memories assailed him of how gently she had spoken, touched, and moved; of how she'd loved him fiercely despite his mistakes and obsessions and weaknesses. And the conviction descended on him that love like theirs couldn't possibly suffer any change.

Talk into here. Talk into my bullet hole. Tell me I'm fine.

They needed to share one secret after another with a beautiful woman, to peel away layer after layer, mask after mask, and still find themselves worshiped.

It seemed the two held forth on parallel tracks, confident of meeting somewhere in infinity.

Is that why I went wild over her? Because once I saw her truly? Is devotion as simple as that?

It was there. It was. The long walk down the hall. The door opening. The beautiful stranger. The torn moon mended. Our fingers touching away the tears. It was there.

I knew that, but he didn't, and therefore I looked down into the great pity of a person's life on this earth. I don't mean that we all end up dead, that's not the great pity. I mean that he couldn't tell me what he was dreaming, and I couldn't tell him what was real.

Howling, are you?" the Indian said. "There it is for you, then. That's what happens, that's what they say: There's not a wolf alive that can't tame a man.

He didn't know what country he was in, but he was at home in the universe.

For his part he sensed with despair that he wouldn't come, no matter how long they kept at it. But this activity made him happy, he could stand here all night and offer pleasure to this other human being, this creature of form and flesh crying like an anvil.

Will you believe me when I tell you there was kindness in his heart? His left hand didn't know what his right hand was doing. It was only that certain important connections had been burned through. If I opened up your head and ran a hot soldering iron around in your brain, I might turn you into someone like that.

First I put my lips to her upper lip, then to the bottom of her pout, and then I kissed her fully, my mouth on her open mouth, and we met inside.

I didn't want to get to know her very well, and didn't want to be bridging any silences with our eyes.

We hadn't yet mentioned our names. We probably wouldn't. In barrooms I lived this over and over.

I will be gone, but I will miss you if I'm still able to miss anything, that is, if some particle of me remains and some particle of you.

One night Shay heard the quiet murmur of his voice, punctuated by Olivia's giggles. She shuffled across the living room and listened around the corner. He was reading aloud to her, imitating each character's voice. Shay listened to his falsetto, a grin tugging her lips at the incongruity of a cowboy reading The Princess Diaries.