Quotes About Connection

Just because you leave someone doesn't mean you ever let them go. Even when you couldn't see me, you knew deep down I was still there.

Wenn jemand starb, dem du dein Herz geschenkt hattest, nahm er es dann mit?

Hope, Patrick knew, was the exact measure of distance between himself and the person who'd come for help.

Just because you choose to leave a place did not mean that you could escape taking it with you. A man and a woman who lived together long enough might swap traits, until they found parts of themselves in each other. Jettison a personality and you just might find it taking up residence in the heart of the person you loved most.

the arms of his swim team sweatshirt still wrapped around the pillow on the bed - Em had said it smelled of him.

Isn't that what true romance is supposed to be about? Finding the person who's your soul mate. Someone you dream about at night. Someone whose name is on your lips when you wake up in the morning.

Although I am nine months pregnant, although I have had plenty of time to dream, I have not really considered the specifics of this child. I have thought of this daughter only in terms of what she will be able to do for the daughter I already have.

Cinta bukanlah suatu persamaan. Cinta bukan suatu kontrak, dan bukan suatu akhir yang bahagia. Cinta adalah papan tulis di bawah kapur tulis, tanah dari mana gedung-gedung muncul, dan oksigen dalam udara. Cinta adalah tempat aku kembali, ke mana pun aku pergi.

You can love a pet more than you love some people. [...] It doesn't matter what it is that leaves a hole inside you. It just matters that it's there.

Something was missing. I couldn't tell you what it was if you asked but it was off. And if you think of a relationship as a living entity, I guess it's one thing if the missing two percent is, like, a fingernail. But when it's the heart, that's a whole different ball of wax.

un arma no era nada si no había una persona detrás.

The first person you fell in love with stole your heart. The first person you made love with stole your soul. And if these were one and the same, you were damned.

Daddy, you would say, look at my braids. Look at the worst bug bite ever. Look at my handstand, my eggroll dive, my finger painting. Look at my splinter, my spelling list, my somersault, the toad I found. Look at the present I made you, the grade I got, the acceptance letter. Look at the diploma, the ultrasound, your granddaughter. I couldn't possibly remember all the things you've asked me to look at. I just remember that you asked.

There are an endless number of people who have left a love-shaped hole in the heart of someone else.

I pulled word after word from my core, like silk for a spider's web, spinning a make-believe life. That's why we read fiction, isn't it? To remind us that whatever we suffer, we're not the only ones?" - Minka (The Storyteller)

Have you ever really held the hand of someone you love? Not just in passing, a loose link between you—but truly clasped, with the pulses of your wrists beating together and your fingers mapping the knuckles and nails like s cartographer learning a country by heart?

It was simply what happened when the histories of two people dovetailed into one.

Home isn't a where, Olive. It's a who.

You know, that was what we missed most. Not our beds, not our homes, not even our mothers. We would talk about food.

Build your scaffolding again, but while you're conscious. Use the bricks that you've still got, in spite of the pandemic. Make coffee in the morning. Meditate. Watch Schitt's Creek. Have a glass of wine at dinner. FaceTime the friends you can't see in person. Whatever habits you used to have, stack them up and give yourself structure. I promise. You won't feel as unsettled.

It turns out that sharing the past with someone is different from reliving it when you're alone. It feels less like a wound and more like a poultice.

Elise Vasquez and I stand shoulder to shoulder, watching the woman we both feel we lost, and may be never really had.

Neither of us, it turns out, has been the only one who lost someone she loved.

When I run across something so incredible that I want to show it to someone else. The problem is, when you make the choice to be a loner, you lose that privilege.