Quotes About Connection

A man does not go to a woman to get his strength; he goes to her to offer it."7

Love is the common currency of the poor.

Some women can touch a man and heal like Jesus. The man who sees sunrise from a Belle woman's bed will swear he's been born again.

Old lovers are like socks. They always show up full of static cling and missing their mate.

As soon as Franklin got to school, he opened his package and gave everyone a card. "What are you doing, Franklin?" asked Beaver. "Valentine's Day was yesterday." "Oh, these cards aren't for Valentine's Day," replied Franklin. "They're for Friendship Day. And Friendship Day can be any day you want it to be.

What held the civilized world together was the thinnest tissue of nothing but human will.

would have liked to kiss her on the cheek but he had no idea if the Kiowas kissed one another or if so, did grandfathers kiss granddaughters. You never knew. Cultures were mine fields. He patted the air with a gentle motion. Sit. Stay.

We spend our lives in worlds remote from one another. We imagine we all live together on this round earth but we do not." Samuel

O desabafo é uma coisa louca. Umas vezes é tímido, outras é ousado. Não gosta da solidão nem da prisão do peito. Abandona o profundo e corre na estrada de ar, invade os tímpanos alheiros e encrava-se nos sentimentos de outrém.

I'll take your breath any way you give it to me, Shura.

Tania...you and I had only one moment..."said Alexander. "A single moment in time, in your time and mine...one instant, when another life could have still been possible." He kissed her lips. "Do you know what I'm talking about?" (When Tatiana looked up from her ice cream, she saw a soldier staring at her from across the street.) "I know that moment," whispered Tatiana.

there were different kinds of beautiful and the right man would find her the right beautiful for him.

I am so tired — so tired. I see too many people, Read too many books. Do too many things. I hate the theaters, I hate my work, I want you, — only you.... Come to me between the cool sheets And let me burrow my head in your shoulder....

Down the corridor, the staircase was decorated with paintings of them all, her and Mum and Grandad and countless other similar faces that stared out at her and reminded her, as she climbed down the stairs, that men and women may come and go, be born and die, but the family goes on and stays the same forever.

Whatever he wanted of her she wanted too, solely because he was asking it of her.

She wanted him to love her, there, the truth was out: she wanted him to be chafing under the urge to touch her lips and penetrate her body, to devastate her if need be, but not to remain so calm and self-possessed.

She moaned in the darkness, all the time he possessed her. The

She could not help thinking that the expression "open oneself to someone," which meant to give oneself, for her had only one meaning, a literal, physical, and in fact absolute meaning, for she was in fact opening every part of her body which was capable of being opened. It also seemed to her that this was her raison d'être

What her lover wanted from her was very simple: that she be constantly and immediately accessible. It was not enough for him to know that she was: she was to be so without the slightest obstacle intervening, and her bearing and clothing both were to bespeak, as it were, the symbol of that availability to experienced eyes.

There certainly did not appear to be any debilitating damage and after many years of study and investigation I have found nothing to connect this fight with Stuart's early demise.

Alexander Barrington, I want forever love in you.

In Alexander's life there was one thread that could not be broken by death, by distance, by time, by war. Could not be broken. As long as I am in the world, she said with her breath and her body, as long as I am, you are permanent, soldier.

Tatiana...you and I had only one moment..." said Alexander. "A single moment in time, in your time and mine...one instant, when another life could have still been possible." He kissed her lips. "Do you know what I'm talking about?" When Tatiana looked up from her ice cream, she saw a soldier staring at her from across the street. "I know that moment," whispered Tatiana.

All grimy and sweaty, Alexander drew her to him, his palms on her back, and bending to her and tilting his head, whispered into her mouth, "Tatiasha, I know you won't believe this, but if I'm looking at the sheets when I'm making love to you, we've got a bigger problem than what damn color they are.