Quotes About Connection

I turned only halfway, gave him half my attention. Half of myself. "Are you ever going to be happy again?

It couldn't last forever. It wasn't meant to. So at last I rolled onto my side to face him. I let myself drink in the lines and curves of his face.

This book is for a black light, a bottom bunk and a hug, For a doorway, a pair of kicked-off shoes and the width of a kitchen table, And as ever and always, for a blue bathrobe, a million miles of legs and a whole lot of hair. Everything that came before you is a memory, but you are the real and constant thing.

a Dios le importa menos lo que comes que cómo tratas a tus seres queridos

This is for you You know who you are

la vida es un rompecabezas infinito que tiene tantas piezas que, las encajes como las encajes, la imagen nunca se termina.

Hold me close,

All we need is right here. The two of us will find a way to make things work. That it will all be okay.

Dan smiled at me with lips still moist from mine. I have seen clouds part for the sun. I have seen rainbows. I have seen flowers in the morning, covered in dew, and I have seen sunsets so brilliant with fire they have made me want to weep. And I have seen Dan smile at me, his lips still wet from my kiss, and if I had to choose which sight moved me the most I would say it was that one.

The minute our correspondence becomes obligatory, there's no point in keeping touch at all.

And now, as I'm lying alone in my own bed, I keep thinking about writhing against him last night, naked and vulnerable. Even after we'd both risen and fallen, peaked and plummeted, even after Marcus was physically shrinking from inside me, I couldn't stop clutching, crying, trying. Trying to pull him deeper, deeper, deeper within. Trying to make him more a part of me than I am myself.

Love," he said, "has the longest arms.

Why do you even put up with me?' 'I'm not putting up with you,' he said, softly. 'I'm loving you.

I love when I reach Marcus on the phone and as he says hello, I can hear the music he's listening to in the background. That music is the sound of him without me. How he surrounds himself when I'm not there, which is almost all the time.

Love may have the longest arms, but it can still fall short of an embrace.

It's just Jessica and Marcus, oxymoronically alone together.

He always loved her because of, not in sprite of, her flaws.

But why would it matter? We aren't ... or...uh...weren't ..." Which is it, Jess? "Aren't" or "weren't"? Present or past tense? Now or then? "We haven't been talking to each other." Past imperfect tense. How appropriate.

As much as I don't care about those things, I think it's human nature to not want to feel totally insignificant.

So much of courtship is the unspoken.

Enjoy the companionship of those who call on the Lord with pure hearts

We just want to be where we're supposed to be. We just want to be with the people we want to be with. I don't think that's asking for too much, ya know what I'm saying?

Jessica..." The sound of his voice saying my name soothed me, and it's all I wanted to hear him say. Just my name, over and over and over again in his buttery baritone. I wanted my name to be his mantra, the word he meditated on, his tool for finding calm in the world. But he kept on talking.

In theory, you're supposed to get everyone's names and become lifelong friends. I literally had contact with half the kids here last night, but how in hell do they expect me to differentiate one of my butt-to-butt dancing partners from another? Am I supposed to randomly rub my buttocks up against people to see if we've bonded booties before? "Yes, the particular musculature of your ass does feel familiar. 1 remember you now!" Duh.