Quotes About Connection

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 para mim uma dessas constelações.

He is half my soul, as the poets say>"

Ta?iau vienatvei pasmerktame gyvenime pasitaiko ret? akimirk?, kai greta tavo sielos netik?tai nusileidžia kita, kaip kad žvaigžd?s kart? per metus paglosto žem?. Man jis buvo b?tent tokia žvaigžd?

He was half my soul, as the poets say

His flesh was hot as a brazier, and I pressed as close as he would let me, like a lizard to noonday rocks.

But the ache for him is stronger than my anger. I want to speak of something not dead or divine. I want him to live.

He says, it will be all right. He does not mean that it does not hurt. He does not mean that 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.

Pronuncié su nombre, creo, y eso me traspasó: me quedé hueco como un bambú cortado para soplar por él. Nuestra respiración era el único indicio del transcurso del tiempo.

This morning he had leapt onto my bed and pressed his nose against mine. "Good morning," he'd said. I remembered the heat of him against my skin.

Mis dedos siguieron de forma incesante el ritmo desbocado de su respiración. Sus párpados cobraron el color del cielo al romper el alba. Aquiles olía como la tierra después de la lluvia. Abrió la boca al proferir un grito inarticulado y nos estrechamos uno tan cerca del otro que sentí sobre mi piel el flujo caliente de su pasión.

He is half of my soul, as the poets say...

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

My hands feel empty without the garland. I watch King Peleus embrace his son. I see the boy toss the garland in the air and catch it again. He is laughing, and his face is bright with victory.

He smiled. "Now I know how to make you follow me everywhere." The sun sank below Pelion's ridges, and we were happy.

Parecíamos dioses en el alba del mundo y nuestro gozo era tan deslumbrante que no éramos capaces de ver otra cosa que el uno al otro.

This and this and this, I said to him.

Swear it. Why me? Because you're the reason.

Her eyes widened when she saw me, just like her statue's. She bowed her head. "Aunt Circe," she said. "I am glad to meet you. I am Ariadne.

No había en el mundo palabras que yo quisiera oír más que las que él se callaba

A silence, in which I felt him moving deep among his memories.

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

Their hands meet, and light spills in a flood like a hundred golden urns pouring out of the sun.

The grain of his lips seemed to rest a hair's breadth from mine.

mean that it does not hurt. He does not mean that 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.