Quotes About Connection

I listen to his breath, warm upon the night air, and somehow I am conforted. He does not mean that it does not hurt. He does not mean that we are 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.

Pero quizá ningún progenitor sea capaz de ver realmente a sus hijos. Cuando los miramos vemos únicamente el reflejo de nuestros propios recuerdos

Dans l'obscurité, deux ombres tendent les bras à travers le crépuscule pesant et sans espoir. Leurs mains se rencontrent, et quand la lumière les inonde subitement, on dirait que cent urnes dorées déversent soudain leur contenu ensoleillé.

moment he woke and knew me. Our limbs slid against one another, on paths that we had traced so many times before, yet

I could recognize him by touch alone, 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.

When I am dead, I charged you to mingle our ashes and bury us together.

He showed me his scars. And in return he let me pretend that I had none.

We were like gods, at the dawning of the world, and our joy was so bright we could see nothing else but the other.

But in a solitary life, there are rare moments when another soul dips near yours, as stars once a year brush the earth.

And as we swam, or played, or talked, a feeling would come. It was almost like fear, in the way that it filled me, rising in my chest. It was almost like tears, in how swiftly it came. But it was neither of those, buoyant where they were heavy, bright where they were dull.

Ich hatte kein Recht darauf, Anspruch auf ihn zu erheben, das war mir klar. Aber in einem einsamen Leben gibt es jene seltenen Momente, in denen eine Seele die andere berührt, so wie Sterne einmal im Jahr die Erde streifen.

I lean forward and our lips land clumsily on each other. They are like the fat bodies of bees, soft and round and giddy with pollen. I can taste his mouth — hot and sweet with honey from dessert. My stomach trembles, and a warm drop of pleasure spreads beneath my skin. More .

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

How easily I touch my lips to her hair, soft and smelling of lavender. She sighs a little, nestles closer. Almost, I can imagine that this is my life, held in the sweet circle of her arms. I would marry her, and we would have a child.

I could recognize him by touch alone, by smell, I would know him blind, by the way his breath came and his feet struck to earth.

Ama yaln?z bir ya?amda, ba?ka bir ruhun sizinkinin yan?na damlad??? ender anlar vard?r, y?ld?zlar?n senede bir defa yeryüzüne sürünüp geçmesi gibi.

Go," she says. "He waits for you." In the darkness, two shadows, reaching through the hopeless, heavy dusk. Their hands meet, and light spills in a flood like a hundred golden urns pouring out of the sun.

?ki çocu?u vard?. ?kisini de aç?kça görememi?ti. Ama belki de hiçbir anne baba evlad?n? gerçekten göremez. Bakt???m?zda sadece kendi hatalar?m?z?n bir yans?mas?n? görüyoruz.

I hoped that you would come," he said. My stomach rolled, awash with nerves and relief at once. I drank him in, the bright hair, the soft curve of his lips upwards. My joy was so sharp I did not dare to breathe.

Mas, em uma vida solitária, há raros momentos em que outra alma mergulha perto da sua, como estrelas roçando a terra uma vez por ano. Ele foi pra min uma dessas constelações

coloro che erano morti avrebbero continuato a vivere almeno nel ricordo

Lo riconoscerei anche solo dal tocco, dal profumo; lo riconoscerei anche se fossi cieco, dal modo in cui respira, da come i suoi piedi sferzano la terra. Lo riconoscerei anche nella morte, anche alla fine del mondo.

His eyes were unwavering, green flecked with gold. A surety rose in me, lodged in my throat. I will never leave him. It will be this, always, for as long as he will let me. If I had had words to speak such a thing, I would have. But there were none that seemed big enough for it, to hold that swelling truth.

Ama yaln?z bir ya?amda, bir ba?ka ruhun sizinkinin yan?na damlad??? ender anlar vard?r, y?ld?zlar?n senede bir defa yeryüzüne sürünüp geçmesi gibi.