Quotes About Connection

Sometimes when you pick up your child, you can feel the map of your own bones beneath your hands or smell the scent of your skin in the nape of his neck. This is the most extraordinary thing about motherhood. Finding a piece of yourself separate and apart that all the same you could not live without.

Saugumas-tik miražas; vargu ar turi reikšm?s, kad esi pririštas, jei kitas lyno galas atsirišo.

He was the kind of dog whose heart was too big for his own body, and so he continuously offered it up to me.

I catalog the breadth of his shoulders, the damp curls at the nape of his neck; the way the tendons in his forearms shift and play as he scrolls through his texts. It's shocking, sometimes, to be confronted with this when a second ago he sat on my shoulders, trying to pull down a star and unravel a thread of the night.

When you find the person you are supposed to love, you will know by staring deeply into her eyes. Well, that's a deal breaker for me. It is hard for me to explain why it is so difficult to look into people's eyes. Imagine what it would be like if someone sliced your chest with a scalpel and rummaged around inside you, squeezing your heart and lungs and kidneys. That level of complete invasion is what it feels like when I make eye contact.

She had nothing left inside. She'd given it all to her son. And that was the greatest heartbreak of all—no matter how spectacular we want our children to be, no matter how perfect we pretend they are, they are bound to disappoint. As it turns out, kids are more like us than we think: damaged, through and through.

When you are attracted to people, it's because of the details. Their kindness. Their eyes. Their smile. The fact that they can get you to laugh when you need it the most.

I know what love is, but only theoretically. I don't feel it the way other people do.

History isn't about dates and places and wars. It is about the people who fill the spaces between them.

You could lose track of someone when you blinked, Alex realized. She vowed not to let that happen to her and her daughter. Because when it came down to it, being a judge didn't matter nearly as much as being a mother. When Alex's clerk had told her the news about the World Trade Center, her first thought had not been for her constituents . . . only for Josie.

Do we grieve because the person we lost was such a light in the world? Or do we grieve because of who he was to us?

And then come September, they fell back in step as if they'd never missed a beat. That, Peter figured, was the very definition of a best friend.

It's so easy to forget,' she murmured, 'how underneath, we're all exactly the same.

His hand fell like a prayer on her temple.

Sometimes, when I would share a memory of a meal, I noticed the others listening. "It's because you don't just tell stories," Darija explained. "You paint with words.

Suddenly the guy looked up, his blue eyes catching mine. They made me think of the heart of a glacier, of how, when you touch dry ice with your bare skin, you cannot let go even if you try.

Do you know what it's like to love someone so much, that you can't see yourself without picturing her? Or what it's like to touch someone?

I told you because I didn't know how not to.

You know what my father used to say? True love is like bread. It needs the right ingredients, a little heat, and some magic to rise.

Put ten people together in a Laundromat and chances are you won't be the one who's worst off

Sabía muy bien cómo bajar la escalera sin hacer ruido. Ya lo había hecho un par de veces con anterioridad, para encontrarse con Matt en el patio de atrás. Una noche él le había enviado un mensaje de móvil: «Quiero verte ahora». Ella había salido a encontrarse con él vestida con un camisón blanco de algodón, como un fantasma, y cuando él la tocó, por un momento le pareció que iba a escurrírsele entre los dedos.

You can love a pet more than you love some people," I say suddenly, surprising even myself. Everyone turns, because unlike the others, I hardly ever draw attention to myself by volunteering information. "It doesn't matter what it is that leaves a hole inside you. It just matters that it's there.

He did not have to read the careful number to know the weight of Emily's heart; he'd held it for years

I won't forget you, Olive. No matter how hard I may try. That's not the same as being remembered. Isn't it?