Quotes About Connection

Patroclo. —Aquiles no apretujó las sílabas de mi nombre como solía hacer la gente, que las apelotonaba todas juntas, como si quisiera liberarse del nombre. En vez de eso, hizo resonarlas todas. Pa-tro-clo.

If he had looked at me then, I would have broken. I would have begun to weep and never stopped.

It is not you," I said. "At least there is that.

He buried his face in his hands and did not speak. I held him and whispered all the bits of broken comfort I could find.

Briseis," I said. "If I ever wished to take a wife, it would be you." "But you do not wish to take a wife." "No," I said, as gently as I could.

Later, we lay on the riverbank, learning the lines of each other's bodies anew. This, and this and this. We were like gods at the dawning of the world, and our joy was so bright we could see nothing else but the other.

Ma in un'esistenza solitaria, sono rari i momenti in cui un'altra anima si fonde con la tua, così come le stelle sfiorano la terra una volta all'anno. Una tale costellazione era stato lui per me.

He's half of my soul, as the poets say.

No es una muestra de genialidad buscar un atajo al corazón?

Je le reconnaîtrais rien qu'au toucher, ou à son odeur, je le reconnaîtrais si j'étais aveugle, aux seuls bruits de sa respirations et de ses pas martelant le sol. Je le reconnaîtrais dans la mort, à la fin du monde.

He holds me all night long, pressing my cold hands to his mouth.

A partir de ese momento nuestra amistad se precipitó como los torrentes de montaña en primavera.

Esas milésimas de segundo donde se encontraban la línea de nuestras miradas eran el único momento de mi jornada en que yo sentía algo: el súbito vuelco en el estómago, el flujo de la ira. Era como un pez mirando desde el anzuelo.

This and this and this, I said to him. I did not have to fear that I spoke too much. I did not have to worry that I was too slender or too slow.

But in a solitary life, there are rare moment when another soul dips near yours, as stars once a year brush the earth. Such a constellation was he to me.

I conjure the boy I knew. Achilles, grinning as the figs blur in his hands. His green eyes laughing into mine. Catch , he says. Achilles, outlined against the sky, hanging from a branch over the river. The thick warmth of his sleepy breath against my ear. If you have to go, I will go with you . My fears forgotten in the golden harbor of his arms.

I reached across that breathing air between us and found him.

He puts a hand down, to lean against. The muscles in his arm curve softly, appearing and disappearing as he moves. His eyes are deep green on mine. My pulse jumps, for no reason I can name. He has look at me a thousand thousand times, but there is something different in this gaze, an intensity I do not know. My mouth is dry, and I can hear the sound of my throat as I swallow.

Daedalus did not long outlive his son. His limbs turned grey 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 into yours, as stars once a year brush the earth. Such a constellation was he to me.

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. Perhaps if I had never known Achilles.

Mi tiene così stretto che riesco a sentire il debole battito del suo petto, come le ali di una falena. Un'eco, l' ultimo brandello di spirito ancora imbrigliato al mio corpo. Un tormento.

We reached for each other, and I thought of how many nights I had lain awake in this room loving him in silence.

Achille piange. Mi culla, e non mangia, non proferisce parola che non sia il mio nome. {...} Le sue lacrime cadono, ma non posso asciugarle.

in a solitary life, there are rare moments when another soul dips near yours, as stars once a year brush the earth. Such a contellation was he to me.