Quotes About Connection

Even when I've just left ye, I want you so much my chest feels tight and my fingers ache with wanting to touch ye again.

Tu eÈ™ti curajul meu, aÈ™a cum eu sunt conÈ™tiinÈ›a ta, mi-a È™optit. Tu eÈ™ti inima mea, iar eu, compasiunea ta. Singuri, nu suntem întregi. Nu È™tiai asta, englezoaico?

You said you could tear me limb from limb without touching me, I said. You were right, damn you. I am sorry, he whispered again, but this time he reached for me, and held me tight against him. That I loved you? Don't be sorry for that, I said, my voice half muffled in his shirt. Not ever.

He was generally aware that he had been blessed in her beauty; even in her usual homespun, knee-deep in mud from her garden, or stained and fierce with the blood of her calling, the curve of her bones spoke to his own marrow, and those whisky eyes could make him drunk with a glance. Besides, the mad collieshangie of her hair made him laugh.

Good sex scene is about the exchange of emotions, not bodily fluids

He reached out and touched my lower lip, barely brushing the edge. "It starts out the same, but then, after a moment," he said, speaking softly, "suddenly it's as though I've a living flame in my arms." His touch grew firmer, outlining my lips and caressing the line of my jaw. "And I want only to throw myself into it and be consumed.

Dear God," he said, still softly. "I couldna look at ye, Sassenach, and keep my hands from you, nor have ye near me, and not want ye.

In older, more primitive times (like these? asked another part of my mind), it was an act of trust to sleep in the presence of another person. If the trust was mutual, simple sleep could bring you closer together than the joining of bodies.

Then I laid my head upon his chest and gave my dreams up to his keeping.

And his release began, deep inside me, without his moving, shivering through his body so that his arms trembled, the ruddy hairs quivering in the dim light, and he dropped his head with a sound like a sob, his hair hiding his face as he spilled himself, each jerk and pulse of his flesh between my legs rousing an echo in my own.

All loss is one, and one loss becomes all, a single death the key to the gate that bars memory.

I always thought there was some reason why 'Scot' rhymed with 'plot

I suddenly realized how much I looked forward to seeing him at dinner after the day's work, how my heart would leap when I saw him unexpectedly at odd moments during the day, and how much I depended on his company and his solid, reassuring presence amid the complexities of life in the castle. And, to be perfectly honest, how much I liked the smooth, warm strength of him in my bed each night, and waking to his tousled, smiling kisses in the mornings. The prospect of his absence was bleak.

Mm, you're nice to croodle wi', he murmured, doing what I assumed was croodling.

People are gregarious by necessity.

You are blood of my blood," he said softly, "and bone of my bone. I claim thee as my son before all men, from this day forever." He looked up at Jamie, challenging. After a long moment, Jamie gave the slightest nod of acknowledgment, and stepped back, letting his hand fall from Brianna's shoulder. Roger

She supposed she ought to feel exposed in some way, the privacy of her thoughts and dreams laid bare to him—but she trusted him with them. He would never use those things against her.

Beni tan?d???n için, bana dokunmadan beni parçalara ay?rabilirsin.

When I asked my da how ye knew which was the right woman, he told me when the time came, I'd have no doubt. And I didn't. When I woke in the dark on the way to Leoch, with you sitting on my chest, cursing me for bleeding to death, I said to myself, Jamie Fraser, for all ye canna see what see looks like, and for all she weighs as much as a good draught horse, this is the woman.

Intimacy and romance are not synonymous.

Is thee afraid of me, Rachel? he whispered. I am, she whispered back, and closed her hand on his wounded shoulder, lightly but not enough for him to feel the hurt of it. And I am afraid for thee, as well. But there are things I fear much more than death--and to be without thee is what I fear most.

Let the dead bury the dead, Sassenach," he said softly. "The past is gone—the future is not come. And we are here together, you and I.

I think sometimes the dead cherish us, as we do them

I could feel his heart beating against my ribs, and wanted nothing more than to stay there forever, not moving