Quotes About Connection

There are things I didn't see before, like how nice it is to have someone around. Not the white knight whisking you away, but the fellow who sits at your table every night and tells you what he is thinking.

Maybe no one can know how it is for anyone else.

I'd like it if you could love me for a little while at least.

How close people could be to us when they had gone as far away as possible, to the edges of the map. How unforgettable.

I would gladly have climbed out of my skin and into his that night, because I believed that was what love meant.

You make your life with someone and you love that person and you think it's enough. But it's never enough, is it? I couldn't say. I don't know anything about love anymore.

In some ways, it was as if nothing had changed. Our bodies knew each other so well we didn't have to think about how to move. But when it was over and we lay still, I felt a terrible sadness come down because I loved him as much as I ever did.

it struck me how comfortable I felt with him, as if we were old friends or had already done this many times over, him handing me pages with his heart on his sleeve - he couldn't pretend this work didn't mean everything to him - me reading his words, quietly amazed by what he could do.

Because everyone wants to be looked for, whether they realize it or not.

But when Bumby nursed, his fist clutching the fabric of my robe, his eyes soft and bottomless and locked on mine, as if I were the very heart of his universe, I couldn't help but melt into him.

What is all the suffering for if not so we can see how alike we are, and not alone? Where will the mercy come from, if not from us?

People belong together to each other only as long as they believe. He stopped believing.

The people we love never leave us, Anna. You know that already. That's what I mean by spirit. I mean love.

Anything and anyone could disappear on you, and you could disappear, too, if you didn't have people around who really knew you. Who were there solidly, meeting you exactly where you stood when life grew stormy and terrifying. Who could find you when you were lost and couldn't find yourself, not even in the mirror.

It was as if we'd pressed ourselves together until his bones passed through mine and we were the same person, ever so briefly.

That was the thing about experience. It took distant strangers and made them a family. A family of one moment. There was no other way to see it, even as we scattered to the wind.

They love me like a pack of wolves. Ernest

People belong to each other only as long as they both believe.

Was my happiness so completely tied to him now that I could only feel like myself when he was near?

But what does it all add up to? What is all the suffering for if not so we can see how alike we are, and not alone? Where will the mercy come from, if not from us?

Getting your heart broken is the privilege of being human.

He read aloud to me as I curled next to him, both of our bodies in a warm arc of light. For nearly ten years I'd wanted this…this exactly. Is he really here? I thought. Am I? Denys read on, his voice rising and falling, while a leopard moth that had got caught in the curtains stopped struggling for a moment, and realized it was free.

He was like a boy when he slept well. I could see the child he used to be under the man, and I loved them both, simply and completely and irreversibly. I tucked myself beneath his arm, and felt his breath moving in and out, and let myself sleep.

His eyes cut sideways at me in the mirror, and my pulse quickened. It was something to have his attention, even briefly. Like a bright light passing my way before moving on.