Quotes About Connection

Once again, I wished that someone else were there on the island. Not to commiserate now, but to cherish him with me. I would say, Look, can you believe it? We have come through the rocks and winds. I failed him, yet he is a sweet wonder of this world.

I looked into his good face. Not good because it was handsome, but because it was itself...

But all I felt was the coolness against my ankle, where his fingers had been a moment before.

Hands, smooth and strong, reaching to touch me. I know those hands.

He no longer belongs to me alone.

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.

Somewhere his soul waits, but it is nowhere I can reach. Bury us, and mark our names above. Let us be free. His ashes settle among mine, and I feel nothing.

W otch?ani dwa cienie przedzieraj? si? po omacku przez g?sty, d?awi?cy mrok. Ich r?ce odnajduj? si? i ?wiat?o sp?ywa potokiem jak sto z?otych urn, z których sypie si? s?o?ce.

I touched my hand to my belly. Your father said once that he wanted more children, but that is not why you live. You are for me.

The space beside me on the bed was empty, but the pillow still held the shape of him, and the sheets smelled of us both.

She must have heard such pleas a thousand times. That is one thing gods and mortals share. Where we are young, we think ourselves the first to have each feeling in the world.

Such a constellation was he to me.

He does not mean it does not hurt. He does not mean we are not frightened. Only that: we are here. This is what it means to swim in the tide, to walk the earth and feel it touch your feet. This is what it means to be alive.

Aquiles solloza. Me acuna, no come ni pronuncia otra palabra que no sea mi nombre. Contemplo su rostro como si lo viera a través del agua, igual que un pez observa el sol. Vierte una catarata de lágrimas, pero yo no puedo enjugárselas. Este es mi elemento ahora: la media vida de un espíritu insepulto.

He is half my soul as the poets say. I could recognize him by touch alone, by smell. I would know him blind, by the way his breaths came and his feet struck the earth. I would know him in death, at the end of the world.

Grabé su rostro en mi mente, como se graban los sellos sobre la cera, para poder llevarlo siempre conmigo».

I would untie him if I could. If he would let me.

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.

I could not find the words that would reach him. Perhaps there were none.

I did not mind the emptiness either. For a thousand years I had tried to fill the space between myself and my family. Filling the rooms of my house was easy by comparison.

I would not care," I said. The words scrabbled from my mouth. "Whatever you became. It would not matter to me. We would be together." "I know," he said quietly, but did not look at me.

That was another thing about him. He made you want to spill your secrets.

will never leave him. It will be this, always, for as long as he will let me.

Birbirimizde yaralar açt?k ama hiçbiri ölümcül de?il.