Quotes About Connection

I'm yours, Savoie. I always have been. Take me, claim me. Know again in your heart and mind that we're one in all things.

Letting you go is not an option. Not ever.Stay here wth me and we'll finsh our date. If you're tired you can sleep on my shoulder. If you want to go I'll go with you and we can sleep together. I want to spend the night with you and wake up with you in the morning. For the rest of my life.

Have I told you that you are my every dream?" Her eyes shimmered. Her voice went smoky with emotion. "Not recently.

We can do without things easier than we can do without people.

We may not have computers or telephones or television, but we have books and conversations. And we talk to each other in person, not through e-mails and texts.

I hate goodbyes," said Mrs. Aster. My eyes were still closed. "So do I," I said, thinking for a minute before adding, "But I love hellos." -Eliza

So, Josh wore the picture of a man he spoke of with reverence, but who had been dead his whole life. I wanted to know about feeling a passion so strong you needed to wear it for the world to see. -Eliza

But here's what grieving people wish others would understand: grief is incredibly, relentlessly lonely. It really makes a huge difference to be reminded that we are not forgotten, that our loss is on the radar of people around us.

But I cannot leave you, Edith. In fact, I find myself thinking of you at the most inopportune moments of the day. I feel as if a link, a thread, exists between your heart and mine. And that, should that link be broken by distance or time... well, I fear my heart would cease to beat and die. And you'd soon forget about me." Edith found breath to speak. "Never. I would never forget you.

I can feel you, even though I can't see you.

Sweetly, he cupped her cheek and very slowly and deliberately pushed down the bodice of her blouse just a little. She laughed. They kissed. Kissed harder. The warmth between them heated, then blazed—the greatest gift of the Goddess—as Holgar tore off her clothes and—

Autrefois, j'avais la conviction (humaniste, chrétienne, américaine, qu'en sais-je?) que chaque être humain pouvait l'apprendre quelque chose et valait la peine que je l'écoute, que je fasse un effort pour découvrir son "âme".

Ce sentiment de n'appartenir à aucun groupe politique, professionnel ou culturel, de n'être liée à aucune communauté idéologique, religieuse ou intellectuelle où il soit possible de se reconnaître en d'autres, des semblables qui puissent entendre et faire entendre un jugement équitable, suivant des règles acceptées par tous, c'est cela qui me manque et me manquera toujours telle que je suis.

Parce que très certainement nous avons toujours connu ce sentiment auquel nous avons donné le nom d'exil. Le sentiment d'être dedans/dehors, d'appartenir sans appartenir.

Deux êtres qui s'aiment n'en font qu'un : lequel ? »

Pero el relato -el hecho de relacionar acontecimientos y personas en una historia- es precisamente lo que da sentido a la existencia humana.

Your childhood stays with you all your life, no matter where you go.

Literature allows us to cross the borders -- as imaginary as they are indispensable -- which circumscribe and define our selves. Reading, we allow other people to enter us -- and if we make room for them so willingly, it's because we know them already. The novel celebrates our miraculous capacity to recognize others in ourselves, and ourselves in others. Of all the literary genres, the novel is the genre humain.

Style, someone once said, is a marriage of love between an individual and his or her language.

Literature allows us to cross the borders -- as imaginary as they are indispensable -- which circumscribe and define our selves. Reading, we allow other people to enter us -- and if we make room for them so willingly, it's because we know them already. The novel celebrates our miraculous capacity to recognize others in ourselves, and ourselves in others.

The telephone is your theater, your stage. Your receiver is your curtain. When it goes up, make yourself a star.

The best things in life really are free. So, how many kittens do you want?

We will always be sisters. Our differences may never go away, but neither, for me, will our song.

Gail smiled. "A gracious concession. We're not much alike, dear heart." "Nothing alike." "So why—" "Oh, God, not this," Nan said. "Every lover I've ever had has run this program on me eventually. 'Why us?' Why not? And don't go thinking that by that I mean we're just a one night's roll-and-tickle, Gail. I like you. I just don't want to analyze why. Ask me something else.