Quotes About Connection

She looked at him, watched hum toss the remote on the table and say," So maybe I'm going to handcuff myself to you the next time you decide to take a stroll.

She didn't protest as Hale slid his arm around her and pulled her to rest against his chest. It was somehow softer there than she remembered.

You are my best friend. And sometimes I like to check and make sure my friends aren't dead.

Even though Kate had only known Hale for a little more than two years, she had seen him in a lot of situations.

I'm your girlfriend? - "No." Alexei shakes his head, then pulls me to him again, holds me closer. "There's not a word in either of our language for what you are to me".

You were the only one who looked at me and didn't see her

Rome, Abby." I ignored him and turned to my aunt. "A month before my father disappeared, he needed you in Rome. Now I need you in Rome.

You didn't steal me," he whispered, his face so close that she could feel the warmth of his breath. "You rescued me." "Like Rapunzel?" she teased, and he kissed her again. And again. And again.

And then his arms were around me. When he kissed me it was hungrier somehow, as if this moment was all we had, and we had to taste it, drink it, savor it, and not waste a single drop.

Right now your only job is to breathe and feel and…look up." Kat pulled back just enough to see the mistletoe that hung above them. "You planned that." "Me?" He gasped. "Never." Then Hale's lips were on hers and his arms were around her and there were no eggs and no thieves and no lies between them.

For the first time he's not looking at me like I'm dangerous. He's looking at me like I'm broken. It's a look I know too well.

The sun is at the horizon now, and the sky streaks with reds and golds. The whole world seems to be wearing a halo, and for a second I let myself savor it. I let myself believe. Alexei's arm is warm around my shoulder and a cool breeze blows in off the sea. Between us, we speak seven different languages, but not a one of us says a word. We sit in silence as the sun sets, marking the end of this day. Marking the beginning of everything else.

Sometimes, people run to see if anybody will come after them.

Dads sometimes look at daughters like they're more precious than all the diamonds in England. I remembered that—once upon a time—someone had looked like that at me.

My time at the Gallagher Academy had taught me that there are some things that can never, ever be pulled apart.

Dear Logan, This is called a letter. It's like an email but written on paper and sent through the regular mail (like bills).

I know there are other couples around us, but they feel like distant blurs. Only Alexei is solid and sure. Between my tight dress and aching feet and swirling head, he may be the only thing keeping me steady.

And they would go back together. Eventually. My time at the Gallagher Academy had taught me that there are some things that can never, ever be pulled apart.

I seem to be at a disadvantage," she told him. "Don't feel bad." He grinned. "Most people are.

But the woman smiles, unable to hear the things I don't say.

You know Macey McHenry. And you love her—there's someone you love in there. Well"—Kat drew a breath—"you're not the only one.

Kiss me, Zach." I pressed up against him, cold and alone. I didn't want to fight. I wanted to be warm and safe again, "Kiss me.

It was funny. He was funny. Kat wanted to laugh. She tried to will herself to do it. To dance. To be the girl she'd tried—and failed—to be at Colgan. But instead she inched away from the very kind, very funny, very handsome boy who had followed her into the dark, somehow bringing the music with him.

And all around me, there are people. Beautiful people. Awkward people. People who are so engrossed with the person beside them that I highly doubt they even remember where they are. People who want to be anywhere but here.