Quotes About Connection

He doesn't know how to be angry with me, either. We are like damp wood that won't light.

Bury us, and mark our names above. Let us be free. His ashes settle among mine, and I feel nothing.

I thought of how many nights I had lain awake in this room, loving him in silence

After that, I was craftier with my observation, kept my head down and my eyes ready to leap away. But he was craftier still. At least once a dinner he would turn and catch me before I could feign indifference. Those seconds, half seconds, that the line of our gaze connected, were the only moments in my day that I felt anything at all. The sudden swoop of my stomach, the coursing anger. I was like a fish eyeing the hook.

I waited beside my son, but he scarcely knew it. His eyes had found the horizon, that seam of waves and sky.

i had never thought of having children, but looking at him, for a moment i could imagine it

Of course my flesh reaches for the earth. That is where it belongs.

Will I feel his ashes as they fall against mine?

I did not mind the emptiness either. For a thousand years I had tried to fill the space between myself and my family

How is Paphos, my love?" "Fine," he said. Just that ugly, nothing word.

I had no altar, but I did not need one: anywhere I was became my temple.

I wanted to wake him and see those eyes open. A thousand thousand times I had seen it, but I never tired of it.

At first it is strange. I am used to keeping him from her, to hoarding him for myself. But the memories well up like spring-water, faster than I can hold them back. They do not come as words, but like dreams, rising as scent from the rain-wet earth. This, I say. This and this. The way his hair looked in the summer sun. His face when he ran. His eyes, solemn as an owl at lessons. This and this and this.

He was watching me closely, reading my face over and over, like a priest searching the auguries for an answer. I could see the slight line in his forehead that meant utmost concentration. Something shifted in me then, like the frozen surface of the Apidanos in spring. I had seen the way he looked at Deidameia; or rather the way he did not. It was the same way he had looked at the boys in Phthia, blank and unseeing. He had never, not once, looked at me that way.

He was on his side, watching me. I had not heard him turn. I never hear him. He was utterly motionless, that stillness that was his alone. I breathed, and was aware of the bare stretch of dark pillow between us. He leaned forward. Our mouths opened under each other, and the warmth of his sweetened throat poured into mine. I could not think, could not do anything but drink him in, each breath as it came, the soft movements of his lips. It was a miracle.

Will you be here? For I have never known such a wondrous thing in all my life as you." I had stood beside my father's light. I had held Aeetes in my arms, and my bed was heaped with thick-wooled blankets woven by immortal hands. But it was not until that moment that I think I had ever been warm.

Daedalus did not long outlive his son. His limbs turned gray and nerveless, and all his strength was transmuted into smoke. I had no right to claim him, I knew it. But in a solitary life, there are rare moments when another soul dips near yours, as stars once a year brush the earth. Such a constellation was he to me.

moments when another soul dips near yours, as stars once a year brush the earth. Such a constellation was he to me.

I was giddy feeling his first kicks and I spoke to him every moment, as I crushed my herbs, as I cut clothes for his body, wove his cradle out of rushes. I imagined him walking beside me, the child and boy and man that he would be.

And that's when I'm supposed to open my eyes like a dewy fawn, and see him poised over me like the sun, and make a little gasping noise of wonder and gratitude, and then he fucks me.

I let him hold me, let him press us length to length so close that nothing might fit between us.

He is half of my soul,

I did not see the worst of him. Even at his best he was not an easy man. But he was a friend to me in a time when I needed one.

There is this, too." His hand was ceaseless now. "I know I have told you of this." I closed my eyes. "Tell me again," I said.