Quotes About Connection

He'd known Lily forever. Or for as long as he could remember, which was basically the same thing.

His last word had been my name. The last word he heard was me speaking his own. Did this mean anything? And if it only meant something for the two of us, did that reduce it?

But when you choose your family, you get to choose how it is between you, too.

He'd heard once that the only people who could effectively treat the trauma of surviving an airplane crash were other survivors of airplane crashes. You could only instinctively trust someone who had been there, who had seen it firsthand.

When they were together like that, they had been their own private universe, bounded just by themselves, a population of two. They were the world, and the world was them.

When one falls we all fall.

But I just put my hand on the back of his neck- And he says, "Viola-?" And I pull myself toward him- And I kiss him. And it feels like, finally.

There was his father, looking totally different but exactly the same. "Hey, son," his dad said, his voice bending in that weird way that America had started to shape it.

The rest of us just have to live here, hovering around the edges, left out of it all, for the most part.

There are worse things than being invisible, the monster had said, and it was right. Conor was no longer invisible. They all saw him now. But he was further away than ever.

And we dream the same in my town as you probably do in a city. We yearn the same, wish the same. We're just as screwed-up and brave and false and loyal and wrong and right as anyone else.

They're your parents. They're meant to love you because. Never in spite.

Never pass up the chance to be kissing someone. It's the worst kind of regret.

That's the secret of this planet, Todd. Communication, real and open, so we can finally understand each other for once.

We've got now,' (...) 'And I've got you. And that's all I want.

Raising his eyes to look directly into Linus's face was maybe the scariest thing he'd had to do all day long, but it was only the free-falling terror that always accompanied hope.

We share our craziness, our neuroses, our little bit of screwed-up-ness that comes from our family. We share it. And it feels like love.

Yer calling for me son, and I will answer.

People began to live ON the earth rather than WITHIN it

Cómo es posible que los hombres invisibles estén más solos cuando consiguen que todo el mundo los vea?

I hold onto her and I think about redempshun.

And by being possessed, you possess, because that's how love works.

Say you were standing on a hilltop with someone who had no Noise. Would it be like you were alone there? How would you share it? Would you want to? I mean, here we are, the girl and I, heading outta danger and into the unknown and there's no Noise overlapping us, nothing to tell us what the other's thinking. Is that how it's sposed to be?

If she needed him, he'd be there instantly, no questions asked, and he knew she'd do the same. She was here now. They had their bulgogi. This is what a family was. Or should be.