Quotes About Connection

The boy doesn't wink, but he gives me the kind of smile that goes with one.

We were not friends. We were simply what becomes of kids who are thrust together so often that, eventually, they run out of reasons not to go play.

death is the only thing that could have kept him from you

Macey was across the table from me, and we glanced at each other—an unspoken dread lingering between us like the smell of olive oil and melting cheese, but beside me, Bex was unfazed, and I remembered the power of a secret.

She is sitting right here!" Kat didn't realize she was yelling until her uncle looked at her in the manner of a man who has not been yelled at in a very long time. "I'm here." Kat said in a softer voice. She didn't say, I can hear you. She didn't tell him, I came home. She didn't promise, I'm not going anywhere. There were at least a dozen things that she might have said to reclaim her place at the table, but there was only one that really mattered.

Cassia. I know which life is my real one now, no matter what happens. It's the one with you. For some reason, knowing that even one person knows my story makes things different. Maybe it's like the poem says. Maybe this is my way of not going gentle. I love you. (Ky Markham)

Growing apart doesn't change the fact that for a long time we grew side by side; our roots will always be tangled. I'm glad for that.

My mom is great and I make sure that we pray together before every race. She helps me put everything in perspective and remind me of the real reason I run.

Why are you still so damned protective of me?: "You have to ask?" "I do." Mick came closer still, until his face hung an inch from mine. "If you have to ask, then you wouldn't believe my answer." He drew away and continued wiping my hands.

Rio crouched beside Nella's left knee, leather stretching over his thighs. He rested his hand on her leg. "You don't need to be afraid of us." His hand was large and warm. A need to relax flowed through her, a need to trust, to put her fate in his so-strong hands. "Yes, she does," Rees said softly. "Pay no attention to the man with the large hard-on," Rio said.

Rio dragged her to her feet and held her close, the chain between her wrists clinking. Rio tumbled her hair under his hands and kissed her face. "Mine," he said. "You're all mine, Nella." Nella nodded as he feathered kisses across her cheeks. "It's what I wanted," she whispered. "What I truly wanted.

Shall we go, then?" Aiden asked. Rio shot him an amused glance. "You talk so hoity-toity, Aiden. Shall we go? We shall get our asses down to Nella's bedroom, yes." Nella smiled and warmed all over. No other man in her life had made her laugh like Rio did.

I love you, Rio," Nella whispered, barely able to form the words. "Love you too, baby," Rio said, his voice as broken as hers. "I've known that a long time." He grinned. "You know what I didn't know? I really hate space travel.

Antes de dormirme del todo, me di cuenta de que me estaba tapando con una colcha. Después se fue con el cenicero en la mano y me besó en la sien. De lo que sí me arrepiento fue de haberme puesto de lado, fíjate, porque pensé que, si hubiera estado boca arriba, me habría besado en los labios

porque un fracaso compartido une más que una victoria común.

Sólo existe una dicha más grande en la vida que enamorarse, y es enamorarse bien.

y mi repentina belleza no era sino la huella más profunda de su mirada.

Y estaba sola, me sentía sola, incapaz de hablar, que es quizás la peor forma de la soledad.

Equestrian art, perhaps more than any other, is closely related to the wisdom of life.

If worthy, there is a oneness that is to exist between the patriarch and God, who speaks to and through him during the act of the laying on of hands.

Grief and sadness knits two hearts in closer bonds than happiness ever can; and common sufferings are far stronger than common joys

Sometimes, when one person is missing, the whole world seems depopulated.

Music is the literature of the heart; it commences where speech ends.

Grief knits two hearts in closer bonds than happiness ever can and common sufferings are far stronger links than common joys.