Quotes About Connection

Then we come from opposite but similar worlds, don't we?

What's your name?" I asked as he mounted his horse. "You are nothing!" he answered, as if he'd heard a different question from my lips. He settled into his saddle, then reluctantly looked my way again. "Jafir de Aldrid," he answered. "And I am --" "I know who you are. "You're Morrighan." He galloped off. It was another four years before I saw him again, and the whole of that time, I wondered how he knew my name.

Hear the language that isn't spoken, Kazi, the breaths, the pauses, the fisted hands, the vacant stares, the twitches and tears, for everyone can hear spoken words, but only a few can hear the heart that beats behind them. " - Pg 207

And as high as the trees stretched, the roots reached to the foundations of the earth.

For everyone can hear spoken words, but only a few can hear the heart that beats behind them.

But everything about us didn't just feel right, it felt like something rare, something delicate that I was afraid of breaking. Something that only comes along once in a lifetime.

We'd had no outside influences to come between us.

We. Everything was we now.

abuelita speaks no english. she doesn't need to, zoe thinks. her smile fills and communicates so much more than the empty, half-said words of zoe's life.

I felt her tongue on mine, the warmth of her lips, breathed in the scent of her skin and hair, and we were in the wilderness again, and nothing else mattered.

He looks at me and I know he is going to say no but I don't turn away and I don't stop looking because ever since Mira said I noticed him I have made a point not to notice him and for the first time I am noticing that his eyes have a dark ring of brown around a golden iris and I find that infinitely interesting because my eyes are the same color and I think he notices this too at the exact same moment and a chill shivers over me, and like a miracle, he says, "Let's go.

A simple chain we had both cursed had done the unthinkable - it forced us to see the world through each other's eyes.

And all I want is to hold her and make the rest of the world go away.

I wonder what it would be like to have someone who knew me so well, someone who would look right into my soul, someone who very touch sent all other thoughts from my mind. I tried to imagine someone who hungered for the same things I did and wanted to spend the rest of his life with me, and not because it fulfilled a loveless agreement on paper.

Love didn't even seem like the right word to explain how I felt about her. The word seemed too small, too used, too simple, and everything I felt about her seemed complicated and rare and as wide as the world.

There was so much I didn't know about the ways between a man and woman. But I knew I wanted him. And I knew he wanted me.

His voice was warm and slow and reminded me of the gentle rumble of a distant summer storm--so inviting at a distance. And those eyes again, the ones that made me feel naked, like he saw beneath my skin. I knew I couldn't sit down and tell him my worries, but his steadfast gaze made me want to.

What did they do to you, Kazi?" His voice was low, earnest. Even in the dim light, I was able to see the worry in his eyes. I pretended I didn't know what he was talking about. "Who did what?" "Who made you afraid of an open world? An open sky? Was it Venda? Your parents?" "No one did anything," I answered quietly. "Then hold on to me," he said. "Let me show you the stars.

You are the love I didn't know I needed.

Who made you afraid of an open world? An open sky? Was it Venda? Your parents?" "No one did anything," I answered quietly. "Then hold on to me," he said. "Let me show you the stars.

Yes, I thought, there are a hundred ways to fall in love.

Los líderes verdaderamente grandes no tienen que perseguir el amor. El amor los encuentra.

Before that kindness, the color of his eyes hadn't mattered.

Hear the language that isn't spoken, Kazi, the breaths, the pauses, the fisted hands, the vacant stares, the twitches and tears, for everyone can hear spoken words, but only a few can hear the heart that beats behind them.