John Corey Whaley Quotes

She had never been so close to anybody. It was as if they were one being, together, not predator and prey, but partners in a dance.

There is a stage with people we love when we are no longer separate from them, but so close in sympathy that we live through them as directly as through ourselves. ... we push back our hair because theirs is in their eyes.

so I love you because I know no other way than this: where I does not exist, nor you, so close that your hand on my chest is my hand, so close that your eyes close as I fall asleep.

Yet everything that touches us, me and you, takes us together like a violin's bow, which draws one voice out of two separate strings.

We love to work together. Especially when he stands behind me at the microphone and we hug.

She was his soulmate, as much a part of him as the very flesh and bone that made him. She was with him, in him, in everything he did. She was everything he wanted from his life, the very measure of his dreams.

Marriage is those two thousand indistinguishable conversations, chatted over two thousand indistuinguishable breakfasts, where intimacy turns like a slow wheel. How do you measure the worth of becoming that familiar to somebody—so utterly well known and so thoroughly ever-present that you become an almost invisible necessity, like air?

Two minds with but a single thought, two hearts that beat as one.

Close, close all night the lovers keep. They turn together in their sleep, Close as two pages in a book that read each other in the dark. Each knows all the other knows, learned by heart from head to toes.

To belong to someone - I didn't know it, but now that I think about, it seems like that's all I've ever wanted. To really be somebody's, and to have them be mine.

What brings two people together anyway?

They spent their time doing nothing... they let intimacy fuse them.

How could he convey to someone who'd never even met her the way she always smelled like rain, or how his stomach knotted up every time he saw her shake loose her hair from its braid? How could he describe how it felt when she finished his sentences, turnec the mug they were sharing so that her mouth landed where his had been? How did he explain the way they could be in a locker room, or underwater, or in the piney woods of Maine, bus as long as Em was with him, he was at home?

Holding you, I held everything.

That night we push our cots just a little closer together, and look into each other's eyes in the moments before we fall asleep. When he finally drifts off, our fingers are twisted together in the space between the beds. I smile a little, and let myself go.

With thee all tales are sweet; each clime has charms; earth - sea alike - our world within our arms.

He felt now that he was not simply close to her, but that he did not know where he ended and she began.

Our greatest longing is to be intimate.

Love is what you've been through with somebody.

What greater thing is there for two human souls than to feel that they are joined - to strengthen each other - to be at one with each other in silent unspeakable memories.

I'm just like everyone. I like to feel togetherness with someone.

Anything that takes you out of the context of being separate is healing. Anything that takes you out of the context of separateness is intimacy.

Love' is the name for our pursuit of wholeness, for our desire to be complete.

To love is to approach each other center to center.