Quotes About Connection

It was only when we were in that bed, high above the world - then I thought the birds could have been circling around our bodies circled around each other - that we made our world totally separated from everything else. It was the only way we could be together.

Every one-night-stand or man in a one-night-stand is like every other one-night-stand or man in a one-night-stand because the sex in a one-night-stand is without time and only time allows value.

Those who wake at this hour feel a lonely separation from everyone but night birds and ghost crabs, never imagining the legion of kindred souls scattered in the darkness, who stare at ceilings and pace floors and look out windows and covet and worry and mourn.

I wanted someone above me in the chain of life. I didn't want to be alone, a single blue egg in a crumbling nest.

In Paris, I felt connected to history in a way I did not in America. Elderly men I passed in the Latin Quarter, with empty sleeves pinned to the shoulder of their jackets, reminded me of the not-so-distant war.

to get in on both sides, and there's space for a

But you're worth crying over. So i've decided you're staying here with me all night - or at least until I've given you twenty-seven orgasms.' Gina found herself a bit breathless. 'Twenty-seven? That's a very specific number.' 'I'm a very specific sort of man. Now each up.

The trouble was, when you're in love with someone they are in the forefront of your mind the whole time and there isn't a whole lot you can do about it. It kind of defines being in love.

As time goes on, I find myself caring less about fitting in, and more about nurturing those relationships that fit who I truly am.

Samantha said, I should be at the carnival. I have things to do. Sam, do we have to keep arguing about this? He handed her a cup but didn't let go until she met his gaze. I want you here. I need you here. She hesitated, then nodded. Okay, fine. It might not have been gracious acceptance, but at least it was acceptance, and Lucas was visibly relieved. Jaylene knew why. Samantha could be rather slippery when she didn't want to be somewhere.

We have to just let go, expose ourselves, let someone else see who and what we really are. At least one other person.

Look to the living, love them, and hold on.

I am reminded of the importance of small kindnesses.

Thank you for a lovely weekend. They tell me it rained.

Some part of me instinctively reached out, and in an odd way understood this pain, never imagining that I would someday look in the mirror and see their sadness and insanity in my own eyes.

But if love is not the cure, it certainly can act as a very strong medicine.

It is the history of our kindnesses that alone makes this world tolerable," wrote Robert Louis Stevenson. "If

he slowly put down the hamburger he was eating, stared straight into my eyes, and, without missing a beat, said rather dryly, "That explains a lot.

It is the history of our kindnesses that alone makes this world tolerable," wrote Robert Louis Stevenson. "If it were not for that, for the effect of kind words, kind looks, kind letters Ã¢â'¬Â¦ I should be inclined to think our life a practical jest in the worst possible spirit.

It was one of those still, clear moments when you realize that you haven't understood anything at all, that you have had no real comprehension of the other person's world.

He was not, it was clear, going to gaze meaningfully into my eyes over long dinners and fine wines, nor discuss literature and music over late-night coffee and port... Yet not once in the years we have been together have I doubted Richard's love for me, nor mine for him. Love, like life, is much stranger and far more complicated than one is brought up to believe.

How could I tell him that my loneliness was crushing? How it felt awful to be lonely but not know how to reach out to people and fill the time I always had too much of? It wasn't that I didn't enjoy being alone, because I did, and could spend hours on solitary endeavors like reading or going for long walks without ever wishing for human companionship...sometimes I craved the presence of someone, especially if I could be myself.

His wife maintains she can tell whether or not Jim is in the house simply by the amount of energy she feels in the air. But

So we would get together at some ungodly hour, I would be secretly and inexpressibly grateful, and he somehow would have finessed it so that I didn't feel like I was too huge a burden to him. It was a rare gift of friendship.