Quotes About Connection

Remember how we once lay together, love? Remember how we became lovers and hoped for a future? That future is alive and here. And taking his hand, she laid it upon her gently swelling belly, where a new life grew. Thus she made him touch Hope

His eyes narrowed to slits.Make love. Make love to me. Now

Fuck, you mean? His eyes narrowed to slits.Make love. Make love to me. Now

I regard physical lovemaking as something sacrosanct to love. And if I loved a woman enough to take her to my bed, then I would love her enough to marry her.

Fuck, you mean? His eyes narrowed to slits.Make love. Make love to me. Now

He caught her and drew her against him, pressing kisses into her mouth as he murmured, So beautiful So beautiful. He sat up to pull the covers over them both and then he took her into his arms as he lay back down. The fire crackled and the few candles still lit guttered and she thought, as her mind began to drift, that perhaps her feelings for her strange, dark husband might be more than just affection.

It was a strange thing, this feeling of empathy. He'd never experienced it before. He realized that what hurt this woman hurt him as well, that what made her bleed caused a hemorrhage of pain within his soul.

Fuck, you mean?His eyes narrowed to slits. Make love. Make love to me. Now

Can anyone ever know everything about another person?

Books can be the people we never get to meet, ancestors or far neighbors.

Sometimes I imagine a whole future made out of the moment after I've died and you are still sitting beside me.' 'You imagine I'll be there at your deathbed?' 'Yes.' 'And if I stayed away, would you live for ever?

Xas reappeared and showed every sign of winding himself around Sobran permanently, like -Sobran complained - some parasitic vine.

My guess is that he remembers some of me, some of us together, and the rest rolled off him like topsoil in a flash flood.

There are people who stick in one's memory much more clearly after a brief acquaintance than others whom one sees day after day after a long period.

Doesn't every love express itself this way, with the seeds of both its flowering and its ruin in the very first words, the first breath, the first though?

It gave me a feeling of temporary acceptance into that elite community, to stroll across the quad at his side. It also gave me my first faint quiver of sexual belonging, the elusive feeling that if I slipped my hand into his as we walked along, a door would fall open somewhere in the long wall of reality as I knew it, never to be closed again.

Manchmal gibt es kaum etwas Schwierigeres, als zu jemandem zu sprechen, der ueber die Macht des Schweigens verfuegt.

you handle books all day long, every new one is a friend and a temptation.

Hay cosas menores, pero aun así muy importantes. No es amable. No sabe cuándo ha de decir algo que consuele y cuándo hay que callar. La historia le importa un pimiento. No tiene ojos grises dulces ni cejas pobladas, ni se sube las mangas hasta los codos. —La miré fijamente, y ahora me miró con valentía decidida—. En suma, el mayor problema de él es que no es tú.

I flipped through the rest of the pages—when you handle books all day long, every new one is a friend and a temptation.

Then he said a strange thing, but to himself. `They lived, didn't they?' And I said yes, that when one reads old letters one understands that people in the past really did live, and it is very touching.

We couldn't be sure of anything except the power of love…and we are under no requirement to believe in a particular source of that love as long as we could keep giving and receiving some in our own lives.

as if wherever he taught was a dining room instead of a classroom, and we were all eating at his table.

This corner of history was as real as the tiled floor under our feet or the wooden tabletop under our fingers. The people to whom it had happened had actually lived and breathed and felt and thought and then died, as we did - as we would.