Quotes About Connection

as well as in Italy

The close relationship between the patron and the painting might lead us to question what this image was for.

our time loitering with someone who

It's not the substance of what you make known to me that's beautiful; it's the opening of your heart. It is the 'yes' in your heart to be mine. The fact that you are revealing the secrets and letting me peer into your heart--that is in itself the beautiful part.

Coincidence: just another way of explaining the unexplainable.

Trains tap into some deep American collective memory.

Here is the church, Here is the steeple, Open it up, And see all the people.

He gathered her against him tightly, chest to chest, hip to hip. She wouldn't have minded staying there forever. "I wanted to do this from the moment I saw you sleeping in my bed," he murmured against her mouth. "I just wanted to shoot you," she said the first thing that popped into her dazed mind.

He kissed her dizzy, then lifted her. She wrapped her legs around his waist as he kissed his way down her neck. "Make love to me," she whispered. "Like I'm a full-grown woman." He pulled back to look at her. "As opposed to...?

Do you know what the difference is between men and women when it comes to sex?" he asked when he could form thoughts again. "What?" she inquired weakly. "Women want romance, eye contact, tenderness, a true soul-to-soul collection, the earth to shake, sparks to fly." He opened his eyes at last and looked at her beautiful, flushed face. "Men just want to last long enough not to embarrass themselves.

Was the story of his life written on her heart? Was the story of her life written on his?

Now how am I supposed to kiss you?" He put himself out there. If she smacked him down, so be it. Instead, the corner of her mouth turned up. "I can be kissed in other places.

I have a friend I was a POW with, Cole Makani Hunter, who married an ecotherapist," he told her.

I hope we'll be friends." His grin was pure sin.... She stuck with the truth. "I hope we won't be enemies.

He blinked. "Have you ever run naked through the woods?" "Certainly." She allowed a moment to enjoy the way his eyes flared. "Why? His voice roughened, deepened, back to that just-awakened grizzly-bear tone. "To be one with nature, without barriers. To feel the wind and the moonlight on my skin." Several seconds passed before he responded. "You can't feel moonlight." She smiled…

Ah, you're warming up to me. You know what comes next." "Bitter disappointment?" she deadpanned.

He scissored his legs, pulled hers out from under her, and brought her to the ground. Then, on some stupid impulse, he rolled on top of her to immobilize her, like he would have with an enemy combatant. She stared up at him, wide-eyed, her long hair spread over the carpet of autumn leaves. She was soft against all his hard places. "Maybe I could get into this one-with-nature business.

Notice the way the dirt feels under your feet, how great the air smells, how beautiful the trees are, how calm and majestic." He snorted, and she could tell he was fighting not to roll his eyes as he asked, "Calm as opposed to what? All the other trees that run around like headless chickens?

He raised his index finger between them. "If you bad-mouth coffee, I don't think we can be friends.

He sighed and picked up Charlie, who licked his chin. "That's the good thing about dogs, isn't it? They look at you like you're a hero just for loving them.

I thought he might kiss me as we sat shivering on the bank of the spring with our clothes soaked through and our feet dangling in the steaming water. We looked into each other's eyes the way I'd always imagined people did right before they leaned in closer and touched lips for the first time. But that was all we did. We looked at each other. Into each other. We were still clutching hands.

He was looking at me, and I wondered whether he could feel how much I wanted to touch him.

I was not boy crazy. Really, I wasn't. But I was lonely, I guess.

Can you hear me, Emmett Crane? You were my first real friend, the first person I really knew, who knew me too, so it doesn't surprise me that I want to say to you the very same things you said to me. Thank you. You saved me from drowning. Because of you, things are better.