Quotes About Connection

You seem incredibly faraway to me, like someone on the other side of a lake. A dot so small that it isn't male or female or young or old; it is just smiling.

I wanted her to know, from the moment she heard my voice, that I was dying. I delivered a salutation so craven, so wretched, that it fell through language like pebbles. Hello.

We held each other's hands and laughed with feigned embarrassment that gradually took hold and became real.

I always had to resist the urge to go to him like a wife, as if we'd already been a couple for a hundred thousand lifetimes. Caveman and cavewoman. King and queen. Nuns

But we couldn't see to form a chain of doubt between each other's eyes. And her voice had a vibrant certainty that made believing her feel liberating and obvious.

and together we pushed through paragraphs, painstakingly sounding out the words, knitting them into human sentences that said very little.

Quería perforarlo, hacerle un agujero y llenar ese agujero con mi cuerpo.

faces are disfigured with love

Not everyone has to be literate, there are some great reasons for resisting language, and one of them is love.

I realize that we all think we might be terrible people. But we only reveal this before we ask someone to love us. It is a kind of undressing.

It's okay; I know you want them to look at you. Who? Men. No, I don't. If you do that, then I can't be with you anymore. This was, in a way, the most romantic thing she had ever said to me. It implied that we were living together not because we had grown up together and were the only people we knew, but because of something else. Because we both didn't want men to look at me.

I thought these were just my starter friends and the real ones would come along later. But no. These are my real friends

The subtitle of the book was Keeping Love and Intimacy Alive in Committed Relationships. I was working through it, word by word. So far I had done Keeping and was just starting on Love. I worried that by the time I got to Committed and Relationships, I would have forgotten Keeping. Not to mention Alive and all the other words.

Past a certain age, they give up on the name games, which is regrettable for someone like me who loves anything that involves going around a circle and saying something about yourself. I wish there was a class where we could just keep going around the circle, around and around, until we had finally said everything about ourselves.

It's not your fault. Perhaps this was really the only thing I had ever wanted to say to anyone, and be told.

on the long ride home, neither of us said anything. we were kites flying in opposite directions attached to strings held by one hand.

In truth, I had not yet learned how to hate anyone but my parents. I was actually just standing there in love. I was not even really standing; if she had walked away suddenly, I would have fallen.

Era um ato de devoção. Um pouco como escrever ou amar alguém — nem sempre achamos que vale a pena, mas, de alguma forma, não desistir disso faz um sentido inesperado depois de um tempo.

Many of the people there were in their twenties and thirties, and I wondered if they were Blanca or the friends of Blanca..There were also people in their forties, fifties, sixties, and seventies, and these people had a chance of being Blanca, too, or the parents of Blanca, or grandparents or even great-grandparents of Blanca, if Blanca was a child. There were a few children running around, sisters of brothers, who could be Blanca or Blanca's grandchild...

I was still happy to sit there beside him, but that is only because I have very, very low expectations of most people, and he had now become Most People.

What most people would do in my situation is go to their boyfriend's house. They would go there and cry and be handed tissues and cry some more and never stop to think that they should really be laughing and smiling joyfully because their boyfriend is an actual physical being on the same plane of reality as them.

Romance. My utter lack of friends who shared my interests. Romance. The Soul. Romance. Life on other planets. Romance.

A neighbor with a green thumb and no yard. That's all. Would this be the first of many awakenings?

I have a weird sense of humour. My dad's the same. We love watching 'Monty Python' together.