Quotes About Connection

All love is based on knowledge, the desire to know, the thrill of being known.

To show her how carefully I was listening, I would tell her story back to her, in my own words, and venture what I thought the meaning might be. She loved this.

Todas las mujeres que habían intentado hacer de mí un hombre habían logrado lo contrario. Por eso me costaba abordar a las mujeres. Me gustaban demasiado, y me parecía demasiado a ellas para demostrar con ellas una actitud depredadora.

Estar solo no tiene nada que ver con la cantidad de gente que te rodea.

I miss you. I miss you so fucking bad it hurts, but I don't know how to find you even though you're right in front of me.

Say the word. Say the word and I won't go. Say the word, Qhuinn. Do it and I'll spend the night with you. Better yet, why don't you just kiss me-

I love you. And I'm going to keep loving you even after you don't know I exist.

You know," he said, "this is why I love you so much." Her tone was heartbreakingly warm. "What do you mean?" You don't ask me to go inside because it's cold. You just want to make it easier for me to be where I want to stand.

I miss you. I miss you so fucking bad it hurts, but I don't know how to find you even though you're right in front of me.

As Qhuinn looked at his best friend's handsome face, he felt as if he'd never not known that red hair, those blue eyes, those lips, that jaw. And it was because of their long history that he searched for something to say, something that would get them back to where they had been. All that came to him was . . . I miss you. I miss you so fucking bad it hurts, but I don't know how to find you even though you're right in front of me.

I wanted to belong to Iris when I didn't even belong to myself.

I love you, asshole." Then Gavin laughed. "Right back at you, dickhead.

Granted, physical attraction is what gets you in the door. But there has to be something beyond that to want to keep you there.

Bastard." "You love me." "Yes, I do. Now let me come.

See, that's the problem with men and women and relationshits. Shit. Relasinsips. Dammit. Relationships. There, I got it.

A toast to great sex and a man who knows what to do with his cock.

I have no idea. He just keeps popping up, so I keep having sex with him

She leaned against him, listening to his strong heartbeat as they cuddled together. Maybe he didn't say all the right things, and maybe he didn't do it all in the right way, but he was hers, and she was his, and they'd figure it all out together. Because she knew now that both of them were in this for the long haul, and that he'd be there for her no matter what. And that's what counted the most.

For those who have found love in the strangest places, in people who are polar opposites in terms of profession and interests, and believe that happily ever after comes from finding common ground.

You. Naked you. Clothed you. Your mouth. Your legs. The way you talk. Arguing with you. Your smile. Every fucking think about you turns me on.

You like a woman on top?" "I like you in my lap

Smile and the world will smile with you.

My children are magical creatures and I love them to death.

I don't have any real spirituality in my life - I'm kind of an atheist - but when music can take me to the highest heights, it's almost like a spiritual feeling. It fills that void for me.