Quotes About Connection

I want to tell you what's really happened. Not now. Please not now. Whatever's happened, come and make love to me. And we did make love; not sex, but love; though sex would have been so much wiser.

When I was going on one day in the car about not having any close friends - using my favourite metaphor: the cage of glass between me and the rest of the world - she just laughed. 'You like it,' she said. 'You say you're isolated, boyo, but you really think you're different.

I had always believed, and not only out of cynicism, that a man and a woman could tell in the first ten minutes whether they wanted to go to bed together; and that the time that passed after those first ten minutes represented a tax, which might be worth paying if the article promised to be really enjoyable, but which nine times out of ten became rapidly excessive.

She was a mirror that did not lie; whose interest in me was real; whose love was real.

Just those three words, said and meant.I love you.

The thing I felt most clearly, when the first corner was turned, was that I had escaped. Obscurer, but no less strong, was the feeling that she loved me more than I loved her, and that consequently I had in some indefinable way won.

In our age it is not sex that raises its ugly head, but love.

Liking other people is an illusion we have to cherish in ourselves if we are to live in society. It

It's like football. Two sides may each want to beat the other, they may even hate each other as sides, but if someone came and told them football is stupid and not worth playing or caring about, then they'd feel together. It's feeling that matters.

Let those love now who've never loved; let those who've loved, love yet again.

El sexo nada importa. El amor, sí

Sex is just an activity, like anything else. It's not dirty, it's just two people playing with each other's bodies. Like dancing. Like a game.

Birine ba??rmak, hala bir ba??n bulunduÄŸunu gösterir.

Besides, in such wells of loneliness is not any coming together closer to humanity than perversity?

Armastan elada täisverelist elu, armastan kõiki, kes lihtsalt ei istu ja jälgi.

Aquí en la frontera, caen las hojas. Aunque mis vecinos son todos bárbaros, y tú, tú estás a mil kilómetros de aquí, siempre hay dos tazas en mi mesa.

Hemos estado completamente desnudos uno frente al otro... ¡No podemos estar más separados, sin embargo! Pero lo estamos

Perhaps twenty minutes later he realized she had gone to sleep. He quietly removed his now stiff arm, then turned away. It must have woken her a little After a moment he felt her turn as well and lay a hand, instinctively, like a sleeping wife, across his hips; as if, in some dream, he was the one who escaped.

Liking other people is an illusion we have to cherish if we are to live in society. It is one I have long ago banished from my life. You wish to be liked. I wish simply to be.

I had just written a letter to Alison, but already she seemed far away, not in distance, not in time, but in some dimension for which there is no name. Reality, perhaps.

I would have gone to bed with him that night. If he had asked. If he had come and kissed me. Not for his sake, but for being alive's.

wrote to him. Visited him. Totally alone. And I believe the happiest man I have ever met.

Omul nu este o insul?. - Prostii, aiurea! Fiecare din noi este o insul?. Dac? nu am fi, am înnebuni pe loc. Între aceste insule sunt vapoare, avioane, telefoane, radio - ce vrei. Oamenii r?mân insule. Insule care se pot scufunda È™i pot disp?rea pentru vecie. Tu eÈ™ti o insul? care nu s-a scufundat. Nu poÈ›i fi atât de pesimist! Nu este posibil.

dragostea rezult? mai ales din aptitudinea de a iubi, existent? în noi înÈ™ine, È™i nu neap?rat din faptul c? partenerul are reale calit??i pentru a fi iubit.