Quotes About Connection

Sometimes I think there's no such thing as falling in love. It's just the fear of losing someone.

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

Children are the anchors of a mother's life. —SOPHOCLES, Phaedra

How could he convey to someone who'd never even met her the way she always smelled like rain, or how his stomach knotted up every time he saw her shake loose her hair from its braid? 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?

It seemed to Wren that having a mother had a lot less to do with a few sweaty hours of labor and delivery, and a lot more to do with whose face you always looked for in a crowd.

You trust someone who makes spaces for you in his or her life…so much so that if you leave, they will del the absence. You give someone your vulnerable, unshelled heart wrapped in a question: What will you do with it?

A staccato kiss

There's nothing worse than silence, strung like heavy beads on too delicate a conversation.

People always say that, when you love someone, nothing in the world matters. But that's not true, is it? You know, and I know, that when you love someone, everything in the world matters a little bit more." ? Jodi Picoult, Handle with Care

But it feels like we are sitting on a tight bench of a bus with a stranger between us, one that neither of us is willing to admit to or mention, and so we find ourselves talking around him and through him and sneaking glances when the other one isn't looking. How am I supposed to think about Anna Fitzgerald when I'm wondering whether Julia has ever woken up in someone's arms and for just a moment, before the sleep cleared from her mind, thought maybe it was me?

when you held one of those volumes in your hands you were leafing through another person's life. Someone else had once loved that story, too. Someone else had carried that book in a backpack, devoured it over breakfast, mopped up that coffee stain at a Paris café, cried herself to sleep after the last chapter. The scent of their store was distinctive: a slight damp mildew, a pinch of dust. To me, it was the smell of history.

Aprendi com a minha própria filha que não precisamos estar acordados para chorar.

If you forgive people enough, you belong to them, and they to you, whether either person likes it or not--squatter's rights of the heart. -James Hamilton

Nobody," Sage reads, "who looks at a shard of flint lying beneath a rock ledge, or who finds a splintered log by the side of the road would ever find magic in their solitude. But in the right circumstances, if you bring them together, you can start a fire that consumes the world.

He presses himself so close to me that any hurt left on the surface between us spreads thin, becomes a binding instead of a boundary

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.

What she really meant was: here is my heart, have a care.

Survivors who look perfectly fine on the outside can still be emotionally empty at the core. And because of that, they can't always connect with their kids or their spouses—or they make the conscious decision not to connect, so that they don't fail the people they love.

You could lose track of someone when you blinked

you have to find that rare someone for whom you're not putting on a show. Someone who shines a spotlight in your direction--not because you're who they need you to be, or who they want you to be...just because you're you.

Aku menyayangimu, kataku, suaraku terdengar hampa karena tangis. Aku sangat menyayangimu hingga aku tak tahu aku akan hidup dengan siapa jika kau tidak ada. Dan bahkan jika usahaku menghabiskan waktu seluruh hidupku, aku akan membuatmu paham kenapa hidupmu membuat perbedaan.

Best friends," she said. We pressed our hands together, a promise sealed in blood. I knew it didn't work this way, because I had studied biology at Gymnasium, but I liked the thought of Darija's blood running through my veins. It made it easier to believe I was keeping a piece of her with me.

But he wondered how very different two worlds had to be before they kept people apart.

Can you fall for someone because you're lazy?