Quotes About Connection

Why couldn't two unhappy people refresh each other on their way through this dusty business of life by a little talk—real, natural talk, about what they felt, what they would have liked, what they still tried to hope?

And Mr. Wilkins, much pleased with her, though it was still quite early in the day, a time when caresses are sluggish, pinched her ear.

It's in the air. You have to get fond of people here.

He was bewildered, but he still could kiss. It seemed curiously natural to be doing it.

I don't want to stay here without you,' said Dolly. 'This place is you. You've made it. It is soaked in you. I should feel haunted here without you. Why, I should feel lost.

Scrap looked up at the pine-tree motionless among stars. Beauty made you love, and love made you beautiful.

For, after he had affectionately embraced her, so affectionately that she was sure that one of her tendons had snapped..

Dogs being great linguists, she quickly picked up English, far more quickly than I picked up German, so we understood each other very well, and couche, schönmachen, and pfui continued for a long time to be my whole vocabulary. Fortunately

Why couldn't two unhappy people refresh each other on their way through this dusty business of life by a little talk—real, natural talk, about what they felt, what they would have liked, what they still tried to hope?

and there is no getting away from it, I am made for dogs and dogs for me, because the instant I saw him I began to cheer up. Sitting

Mother must have been kissed too, and she's still alive …

The people I love are always somewhere else and not able to come to me.

Well, I for one am unable to imagine how anybody who lives with an intelligent and devoted dog can ever be lonely.

It's like being in love, discovering your best friend.

We are a sensational team

He just put his hand through the bulkhead, exactly as she'd done, and squeezed my shoulder. He has very strong fingers. And he kept his hand there the whole way home, even when he was reading the map and giving me headings. So I am not flying alone now after all.

I don't believe for a minute-that we wouldn't have become friends somehow-that an unexploded bomb wouldn't have gone off and blown us both into the same crater, or that God himself wouldn't have come along and knocked our heads together in a flash of green sunlight. But it wouldn't have been likely .

Oh Julie, wouldn't I know if you were dead? Wouldn't I feel it happening, like a jolt of electricity to my heart?

It's nonverbal: I need love. I need the thing that happens when your brain shuts off and your heart turns on. And I know it's around me somewhere, but I just can't feel it.

I am crying over the elusive nature of love.

where I could make love endless nights through sleepy mornings with my boyfriend, a guy who had grown up in Connecticut and played lacrosse and the guitar and me, and who loved me with naughty desire, respect, and abandon.

And then there are my friends, and they have their own lives. While they like to talk everything through, to analyze and hypothesize, what I really need, what I'm really looking for, is not something I can articulate. It's nonverbal: I need love. I need the thing that happens when your brain shuts off and your heart turns on. And I know it's around me somewhere, but I just can't feel it.

I don't think it matters how many parents you've got, so long as the ones who are around make their presence in a long way.

The best people are the ones you have to forgive for everything. You have no choice; it would be worse to live without them.