Quotes About Connection

If you walk as though your mind is easy, your mind believes your body and becomes easy. If your mind is easy, your body believes it and becomes easy: a basic feedback loop.

I love to feel the sun rub against my pale northern skin, love its fingers reaching down into muscle and bone.

All the things that make you you, your clarity and solidity and certainty, come from this. You can actually reach out and touch your past. It's in the wood, in the cold, clear water of the fjord and the hard rock of the mountain. And the wood and the fjord and the mountain are in you, clear and strong and massive." She looked at me then, reached out to trace the line of my cheekbone, my nose, my jaw. "Aud, Aud, Aud.

Begu was the only person who didn't make her angry. With Begu she didn't have to think.

Mother and daughter considered each other. Different hair, different eyes, different hearts. Both tall enough that people whispered of etin blood. Both with bright, pattern-making minds.

The tribe, the tribe, nothing but the tribe. It was all she knew. I just didn't matter to her, in the end. I belonged to the tribe, I was subhuman, won though everything in her heart told her otherwise. How can people do that?" "Perhaps she did what she could to help." "She was my jailer." "She taught you to survive.

Belonging was not a seer's wyrd.

I had seen her vulnerable, now she wanted to see me.

For now that they sat close Peretur understood that the cool depths she had dreamt of lived as much in this woman as in the lake.

We had never really talked to each other after I was nine years old. She had been busy and I had been resentful. I had grown up independent, and then she had not known how to find me. I wasn't even sure she wanted to, or what she might find if she did.

She reached out as if to touch me and for a second I thought I felt her fingers on my cheek, then realized I was crying.

She could pretend it was enough to sit with a tablet weave between them, as women had for generations, and sometimes talk, sometimes fall into a half trance, mind floating free.

I meant simply to steady her, but she softened into me, almost sagged, and my arm tightened, and my need, and she let herself go so that I was half holding her up with one arm and pulling her pants down with the other.

You should talk to people. Ordinary people about ordinary things. Like you used to with Cian.

Kissing her was not like kissing Julia, who had been all length and plum softness, and whose messages had been very clear. Kick was like a powerful trapped beast. She stirred restlessly, one hand in the small of my back, pulling me closer, one on my shoulder pushing me away. I eased to one side, weight on my right elbow, head propped on my hand. I stroked her belly. The muscle loosened. She sighed. The sigh sounded as though it had a smile in it. I smiled in the dark.

You have thrown out a signal bright enough to draw any who can hear and see; now they will be clamouring to enter you, to know you, to have you as a bee might climb inside a flower. And like a bee they will strip you bare and leave you heavy will all that makes you who you are.

That lass is yours. Protect her.

It was the kind of kitchen where a lot of family conversations happen.

She walked in the evening through her domaine, as aware of it as if her own body.

Mead was the key to good fellowship. A better gift, sometimes, than gold.

How long had it been since the child laughed and played with others her age?

She heard the world humming deep in its throat, and when it rang with its soft pulse, she leaned forward to strike the gong.

All their memories interlock and look down the same path to the same places. Each memory reflects another, repeats, reinforces until the known becomes the only.

She laid her hand briefly against Hild's cheek, which startled Hild so much she nearly knocked her cup over.