Quotes About Connection

This same Jesus, though, didn't say we had to be in relationship with everyone. We are not to 'throw [our] pearls to pigs.' (See Matthew 7:6.) He didn't deeply entrust his heart to Pharisees. You see him slipping through the throng of people bent on killing him. Often he withdrew from crowds in order to be with his Father. His is a story of connection with others, yes, but it's also a reminder that relationships don't come with an easy-to-understand blueprint.

Nothing you can do will separate you from His love. Nothing you don't do will separate you from His love. Nothing done to you will separate you from His love.

Pieces. A bit for someone here. A bit there. And sometimes they don't add up to anything whole. But you are so busy dancing. Delivering. You don't have time to notice. Or are afraid to notice. And then one day you have to look. And it's true. All of your pieces fill up other people's holes. But they don't fill your own.

But you're everything I want. Remember that. I love you, Lia. Not a title. And not because a piece of paper says I should. Because I do.

It doesn't matter how many universes come and go, I will always remember who we were together.

Faith and science, I have learned, are two sides of the same coin, separated by an expanse so small, but wide enough that one side can't see the other. They don't know they are connected.

Hear the language that isn't spoken, for everyone can hear spoken words, but only a few can hear the heart that beats behind it.

Maybe there were a hundred different ways to fall in love.

Every exchange of words between Jase and me seemed like a dance, a step forward, a step back, circling, both of us leading, anticipating, wondering what the next move would be. He didn't trust me any more than I trusted him.

He consumed me in a different way- the way his eyes made everything jump inside of me when I looked into them, his laughter, temper, the way he sometimes struggled for words, the way his jaw twitched when he was angry, the thoughtful way he listened to me, his incredible restraint and resolve in the face of overwhelming odds. When I looked at him, I saw the easygoing farmer he could have been, but I also saw the soldier and prince that he was.

I suppose if we're going to fall in love all over again, kissing will be part of it.

This world, it breathes you in … it knows you, and then it breathes you out again, shares you.

You have not stolen my heart, but I give it freely

I decide that sometimes definitions are wrong. Even if they're written in a dictionary. Identities aren't always separate and distinct. Sometimes they ARE wrapped up with others. Sometimes, for a few minutes, maybe they can even be shared. And if I am ever fortunate enough to return to Mr. Bender's garden, I wonder if the birds will see that piece of him that is wrapped up in me.

It was our story. It didn't have to have a happy beginning or a happy ending, but the middle was a feast at a banquet, a rich soapy bath, a night's rest at an inn and full stomach, a warm chest nestled up against my back, the soft heat of lips at my nape, stories whispered in my ear.

We wove our dreams together like armor.

I didn't need to fall in love with him again. I had never fallen out.

and when the last star of the universe blinks silent, I will still be yours.

You two seemed inevitable.

I felt myself falling deeper into the world that was Jase Ballenger. "Never. Not a thousand tomorrow's could I ever be sorry. Trouble with you makes me glad for it. I love you with every breath I will ever breathe. I love you Jase." "More than an orange?" he asked between kisses. "Let's not get carried away, Patrei.

Every kiss, every touch, was a promise that we both knew, I was his and he was mine, and no conspiracy or scheme of kingdoms had a fraction of the power that surged between us.

There are all kinds of friends you make in life... But there's something different about someone who spreads their wings with you.

My head spun, but in a way that wanted to sink into, to drown in the warmth of it. I was falling into a vast dark sky and I didn't care. I wanted to disappear into it. I wanted more. Our tongues explored, soft, warm, and then he pulled away, his eyes searching mine, wondering, asking. Should he stop? No, I thought. No. Don't stop. His gaze held, waiting, as if he needed to hear me say it aloud.

Lia," he whispered. "Lia." And I heard the words I love you, even if he didn't say them.