Quotes About Connection

What is more natural than that a solidity, a complicity, a bond should be established between Reader and Reader, thanks to the book?

How can a dialogue be established between the two of you if each thinks he hears, not the words of the other, but his own words, repeated by the echo?

Le nostre distanze un po' s'accorciavano un po' s'allungavano ma ormai era chiaro che l'uno non avrebbe mai raggiunto l'altro né mai l'altro l'uno. Di giocare a rincorrerci avevamo perso ogni gusto, e del resto non eravamo più bambini, ma ormai non ci restava altro da fare.

Non sapevo che vi conosceste - Ci siamo incontrati in un sogno

È una delle grandi difficoltà della vita d'indovinare ciò che una donna vuole. Ascoltarne le parole non serve, perché tutto un discorso può essere annullato da uno sguardo e neppure questo sa dirigerci quando ci si trova con lei, per suo volere, in una comoda buia stanzuccia.

Visto che non gli era permesso di cercare Angiolina, il meglio che gli restava da fare era d'attaccarsi a chi nel suo pensiero era perennemente legato a lei.

Ada m'afferrò subito la mano. Ebbi un brivido. Offre molto una donna porgendo la mano! Ho sempre sentito questo. Quando mi fu concessa una mano mi parve di afferrare tutta una donna. Sentii la sua statura e nell'evidente confronto fra la mia e la sua, mi parve di fare atto somigliante all'abbraccio.

L'amore sano è quello che abbraccia una donna sola e intera, compreso il suo carattere e la sua intelligenza.

If I could, I'd dave whiffs of beautiful nights in a little pouch on my chest, the way the indians keep the scents of the prairie.

PEOPLE COME AND GO in our lives; that's as old a story as there is. But some of them the heart cries out to keep forever, and that is a fresh saga every time.

A song says something to us that we can't hear in any other way. There is a kind of magic to it. Music does not simply soothe the savage breast, it reaches to our better nature, wouldn't we all agree?

IN THE BOOK OF LIFE we are chapters in one another's stories

But earth and heart don't have much of a membrane between them. Sometimes decided on grounds as elusive as that single transposable h , this matter of siting ourselves. Of a place insisting itself to us.

I didn't know why it made my heart sing loud to itself that a stranger thought I was a boy. It just did. Made me feel like he could look inside me and see some part of the truth of me in there. But it did make me inexplicably sad that a stranger could see me, and my own family could not.

It's strange, the things you miss. Me, I miss the way she used to wear her socks to bed and then pull them off with her toes. I would find them hidden in the sheets when I made the bed in the morning, crumpled into little black balls, covered in dog hair. It used to drive me nuts, but not anymore, in retrospect. Now it seems kind of adorable.

It is true what they say: without an audience, a storyteller is just some guy talking to himself.

It's a terrifying thing, the pain of a stranger. Impossible to bear it all, even on a strong day, even when the sun is shining and my back doesn't hurt and the dishes are all done.

I don't want to sound like someone's grandmother or anything here, but really, would it be so hard to pick up a phone and call?

First I had to meet her, and see if she would be game.

For every beauty there is an eye somewhere to see it. For every truth there is an ear somewhere to hear it. For every love there is a heart somewhere to receive it

Foe every beauty there is an eye somewhere to see it. For every truth there is an ear somewhere to hear it.For every love there is a heart somewhere to recieve it.

You may live a long while with some people and be on friendly terms with them and never speak openly with them from your soul.

El amor es una línea una sucesión de puntos trazados sobre el plano del existencia. Imposible saber en donde empieza, en cual termina. Como independizar un segmento de otro si todo parece ser un único trazo continuo

This is our climate. We have grown up in this air, this light, and we grasp it on our skin, where it grasps us. We know this earth, this grass, this polished red stone with the soles of our feet. We will never be ourselves anywhere else. Happier, perhaps, healthier, less burdened, more secure. But we will never be closer to who we are than this.