Quotes About Connection

But there's another part of me that knows no matter how Delia and I go forward from this point, it won't be the same. Because when she smiles, I will look away before it is contagious. When we sit beside each other, I will make sure that our shoulders do not brush. When we speak, there will be spaces between our words just the shape and size of that damn kiss.

Our eyes meet in the mirror but neither of us speaks; we are afraid that whatever words we pick won't be able to bear the weight of what's happened.

When you let people into the inner sanctum of your life, you risk having them see the heart of you.

How could he describe how it felt when she finished his sentences, turned the mug they were sharing so that her mouth landed where his had been? How did he explain the way they could be in a locker room, or underwater, or in the piney woods of Maine, but as long as Em was with him, he was at home?

She knew how you went about falling in love; she did not know how you went about falling into trust.

But Edward doesn't even flinch; it's as if he's reading the text of me with some magic internal Rosetta stone that makes him understand what I say is not what I mean at all.

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 a cartographer learning a country by heart?

Corazon smiled at him. You know how your mother keeps her Christmas card list? How she sends to people who send her one, and that list gets longer and longer every year? - Yeah, Jack muttered. I have to lick the damn stamps. -Watch your mouth, Cora reprimanded. See love's like that. Once you give it, even by accident, you're on that list forever.

You could have been Bethany Matthews, Delia Hopkins, Cleopatra - it wouldn't matter. And if you'd grown up with a thousand lemon trees in the middle of the desert, with a cactus instead of a Christmas tree and a pet armadillo, well then, I would have gone to law school at Arizona State, I guess. I would have defended illegal aliens crossing the border. But we still would have wound up together, Dee. No matter what kind of life I had, you'd be at the end of it.

Marry a man who loves you more than you love him. Because I have done both now, and when it is the other way around, there is no spell in the world that can even out the balance.

I have only known her for two years. But if you took every memory, every moment, if you stretched them end to end—they'd reach forever. •

like yours. That's because home isn't where you are. It's who you're with.

She was the only one for whom the house didn't have to be cleaned, for whom she didn't have to wear her makeup, and around whom she could say anything without fear of repercussions, or of looking truly stupid.

Babies are such blank slates. They don't come into this world with the assumptions their parents have made, or the promises their church will give, or the ability to sort people into groups they like and don't like. They don't come into this world with anything, really, except a need for comfort. And they will take it from anyone, without judging the giver.

THE TRUTH and ever has it been that love knows not its own depth until the hour of separation.

Can't you hear it?' you said. 'When you love someone, you say their name different. Like it's safe inside your mouth.

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

As long as I remembered them, then they were still here.

The Abenaki also believe that there are some people who live between the animal world and the human world, never fully belonging to either one.

Most of the time, the words that were not written were the ones you needed the most.

The problem with marriage - or may be its strength - was that it spanned a distance, and you were never the same person you started out being. If you were lucky, you could still recognize each other years later.

He doesn't look people in the eye. He says that's how someone can steal your soul. Amen to that.

I tell myself that I've invited him along to add to the thrill -- one more person who knows only makes it more exciting. But it's really because there are some nights when you just want to know there's someone else besides you in this wide world.

You don't have to say anything if you don't want to. Anna lies down, her head pillowed against my shoulder. Every second, another streak of silver glows: parentheses, exclamation points, commas—a whole grammar made of light, for words too hard to speak.