Quotes About Connection

Passion such as hers is all consent, asking little in return. I had merely to enter a room where she was to see her face take on that peaceful expression of one who is resting in bed. If I touched her, I had the impression that all the blood in her veins was turning to honey.

That mysterious play which extends from love of a body to a love of an entire person has seemed to me noble enough to consecrate to it one part of my life.

I will bring you a whole person and you will bring me a whole person and we will have us twice as much of love and everything.

Of all the apocalypses in all the world - she had walked into his.

I don't know," she said. "I'm not sure you would like me in real life. I'm a lot different there, you know. I don't even look the same." " I don't care if you look like a troll with warts," Sir Leo declared, taking her hand in his. "I love you.

As Luce Iri- garay explains, "What makes me one, and perhaps even unique, is the fact that you are and I am not you.

It would be difficult to ignore the impression that there exists a connection of some sort between creativity and solitude, that creativity commonly involves a more or less prolonged retraction of psychic energies from the external world.

Elle approchait et sa plume légère au chapeau d'ombre, se penchait sur moi m'effleurant la joue. (extrait de « La Dame au petit chien », p.161, revu par Alain Bosquet)

When music fails to agree to the ear, to soothe the ear and the heart and the senses, then it has missed the point.

Life and death aren't as different from each other as I thought they were. This isn't like walking into a new country. This is like walking into a new room in the same house. This is like sharing a hallway and the same row of framed family pictures, but there's a glass wall between.

It felt like she took off running without me. Her fingers clenched in on mine. Then relaxed, like she'd lost all her bones.

I frantically opened my address book and searched it for someone, anyone, who'd moved me, who'd been good in both bed and brain. No. A slew of the so-so.

instead of the smoldering, soul-baring, Abelard-to-Heloise-sans-castration solicitations you rightfully deserve, you're getting stupefying lines like: "I'm listening to NPR. Do you want to come over and make out?

I think of the note. I want to say me too. I want to say I know. I want to say I can read the gaps in your sentences. I can read the space between your letters. I know your language. It's my language too. I want to say that.

Dogs can tell how many times a person's heart beats, how many breaths they've taken, whether they're sick, whether they're dying. Dogs can find the secrets their people don't know, tip them over, spill them onto the ground, roll in them

Once upon a time, he was the child of some other mother, and his beloved was a wonder of the world.

I feel my strange, beautiful bird in my heart, and the unflooded world all around me.

Inside the mountain, inside the train, one boy kisses the other, and the other kisses him back, and there is nothing but history between them, and history is enough to make a future.

Is this what love is? That you can see each other, even in the dark?

There was no way I could live another moment without Aza Ray knowing my name." - Jason Kerwin

Vix gave her a look that said everything he'd ever loved about her, and she looked back at him, her eyes full.

There was no way I could live another moment without Aza Ray knowing my name.

I can't imagine a universe in which i try to unlove her

A child is the root of the heart.