Quotes About Connection

Sometimes you don't let us talk about how we're feeling. If we feel scared, you say, 'Nothing to worry about, guys,' but that doesn't make it go away. It makes it grow.

Words are intimacy she won't allow and he would not dare ask for.

If he can still piss her off, then it's a whole lot better than indifference.

It becomes one of those defining moments in your life, when your mother does that

Finnikin met her eyes, wanting desperately to make sense of her request. Why Pietrodore? But in a moment the realization hit, and he smiled in wonder. "It's not chance, Trevanion," he said, kicking the golden carpet of leaves at his feet. He ran back toward her, sliding part of the way until he could grab her by the waist and swing her around. "You are a goddess, Evanjalin of the Monts.

But then I catch Grigg's eye and he looks at me in a way that tells me exactly what he's feeling and I love that look. Suddenly I want to yell out to everyone, "It's a game, these territory wars. They loved eachother.

Do you belong to the king?" he asked, his voice husky. She gently placed his hand against the beating pulse of her heart. Always, always it beat out of control, and he held his hand to it until he felt it perfectly match his. "Yes, Finnikin," she said. "I belong to the king. I will always belong to him." And there lay the bittersweet despair of what awaited them in the Valley.

We'd go to bed furious with each other, and then she'd wake me in the middle of the night and come and lie on my bed and we'd talk for hours, about nothing and everything, and she'd let me touch the scars on her stomach—the scars from where they cut me out of her.

I only know one word. It means friend. I said it in her ear 'Sora. Sora. Sora.'" "And who taught you this Charynite word for friend?" "Phaedra of Alonso did. She said it was the prettiest word in Charyn." And Lucien ached to hear those words.

Does it help?" he asks. "The e-mailing." She nods. "A tiny bit. It's strange. You're writing a letter to someone who's never going to read it, so it kind of frees you up a bit.

A lot of times you're around men who are so in love with their wives or partners that they don't have anything to offer any other woman in conversation. Especially single women. But Sam and Dom and Abe can be in love with you three and still make a girl feel as if she has some kind of sex appeal. That's nice.

I wrote to you months ago and you sent him here on an errand about water fountains." "He said you loved water fountains.

Toto sits up, holding tight to the bar and staring out at the world. He drops a new toy that came with the pram and starts crying. Jimmy picks it up and crouches, looking into his caramel eyes. 'I'm Jimmy,' he whispers, 'and you're the first thing I've ever sort of owned and I don't want to get this wrong.

She clutched him, her fingers digging in like she needed to gather parts of him to act as her own second skin for the rest of her life.

Then choose another bond. One written by yourself. Because it is what you do for strangers that counts in the end.

And tonight I'll be with friends and family, which is what life is all about.

I think we're made up of all these different pieces and every time someone goes, you're left with less of yourself.

Just ask me how I'm feeling," I want to say. "Just ask and I may tell you." But no one does.

It's kind of like a grief, and it's not a puzzle that you're supposed to work out on your own

I can hazard a guess, but I'll never know/ Why you put these walls up, I can't get through/It's as though you want to be lonely and blue.

She rubbed it onto his hands one day in Year Eleven, feeling the texture of his fingertips, callused by the strings of his guitar, and his palms, rough from woodwork. ("Productive, despite your lazy streak," she had said, inspecting them.)

I wrote to you for a year and you never wrote back. T rang you over and over again and you would never come to the phone. What part of that gives the impression that I didn't care? ~Jonah Griggs

and without taking along a Cadet who will change the way I breathe for the rest of my life

Do you think you love him?" Phaedra had once asked. "I don't know really what that is," Quintana had responded in her cold, practical way. Yes, you do, my queen, Phaedra wanted to say now. Quintana's love was unabashed. Wondrous. The type of love that lit a strange, strange face and turned it into a beacon.