Quotes About Connection

I want things to be normal. I want you to call me and tell me about your life. I want to hear about Ally, and I want to talk politics. I want to garden, and walk my dog. I want my life as it is and and as it has been, until I die.

One thing you discover in motherhood that you never understood from being a daughter and loving your mother—the mother end of things went deeper. After you gave birth, no sleep ever again would take you far from your child.

Have you ever closed your eyes and listened to the sound of your own mother's voice?

Why was Will able to buy this cherished object, this marker of some long-past connection between two people, in an antiques store? At some point there had to be an ending, a death or a breakup, and it got tossed in a box to be given away or sold.

Three-hour layover in Seattle. If you were flying Alaska Airlines and you wanted to go to hell you had to fly through Seattle to get there.

People who read are never strangers.

the town. These people were

was taught to give back. In the village, the old way, the right way, the one way is to give back, always somehow, in some way to give back.

I'm still unsure as to what draws people together, that is, beyond the really ugly things: money, beauty, family, desperation. But I suppose that if someone can make you feel like you are seeing a new world, or just an old one of the first time, you might decide that you love to be around them.

I open my eyes and see that Chase isn't looking at me anymore. He's staring at Jeremy because that song, or course, is coming from Jeremy's mouth. From his heart. His soul.

Share Your Thoughts

When others are happy, be happy with them. If they are sad, share their sorrow. —Romans 12:15

Astrology is a language. If you understand this language, the sky speaks to you.

They sat together for a long moment; then, eventually, he let his leg swing over and purposely bump hers. She looked up at him, and found him smiling down at her, his eyes full of teading confidence, and in that moment she loved him more than she had ever loved anyone, anything, in the entire span of her life.

His gaze was darkening now with something deep and gentle, and Juliet knew, as women throughout time have always known, that he was in love with her. The knowledge both thrilled and scared her.

And then he looked up into her eyes and splayed his fingers over her still-flat belly, his smile one of wonder and awe. "And to think that a life grows within you . . . a child. My child. Our child. . .

One last thing, Miss Paige." She turned and gazed fondly at him, at his eyes, drooping now, that he was trying so hard to keep open. "Yes?" "This is a ... rather oppressive house. I know better than anyone what Lucien is like, and I know how homesick you must be, far away from everyone and everything you know and love. But you just remember this.... Any time you start feeling out of place here or unwanted or just need to get away from it all, you know where to find me." His

He knelt down before her, and put his fingertips beneath her chin, lifting her head so that she had no choice but to look up at him. "I love you, Maeve," he murmured. "Nothing can change that. I love you, and I would like you to be my wife.

His hand on her back, Gareth steadied the baby so that she would not fall. He looked up at Juliet. "You have done much for me," he said at last. "Will you honor me by confessing your name?" "Juliet." He smiled. "As in Romeo and Juliet?" "I suppose.

He wondered if she knew how much he needed her. He wondered if the lilacs were still in bloom, and what she would have done if he really had broken one off that day in her garden and given it to her, and suddenly wished with all his heart that he had.

After making love to Juliet well into the wee hours, it was no wonder that Gareth's eyes felt like lead when he opened them the following morning. Even so, as he gazed lovingly at his sleeping wife, he wanted nothing more than to gather her up in his arms, bury his face in her silky, unbound hair, and cuddle away the morning. The afternoon. The whole day. If

There was only one person whose company Charles welcomed, and that, much to her sisters' confusion and wrath, was Amy, with whom he stayed up long after the others went to bed, quietly talking. A

That which I wish to tell you, Damon . . . is that I love you." He drew her to him, unable to contain himself any longer. "I love you too, Gwyneth. God help me, I do." He felt her arms go around him, pulling him up and into her embrace, and as he leaned his forehead against her shoulder and the great, hitching sobs claimed him, the light shone upon him at last.

Their eyes met. And in that brief, wonderful moment of revelation, Maeve knew the truth. Gray had given her back the ability to trust. The little admiral had given her back her family. After seven long years, the Merricks were united at last.