Quotes About Connection

He is so committed to his guilt. He needs Michael's death to be his fault. It's what keeps his brother alive for him—that connection. As though, as long as he still has a confession to make, Michael will be forced one day to return in order to hear it. Without that prospect, there is only an ending.

We ward off love because it presents itself to us as a demand: to acknowledge another person's needs, and thus our own; to glimpse their mortality, and thus ours. We each have our own means of achieving this avoidance.

We'd become friends, of the sort men often are, in that we daily confirmed each other's existence but pretty much left it at that.

What I want to say is that we still don't know each other, that we're still discovering each other, and of course because it's no longer the beginning it isn't always, or even mostly, a romantic proposition--the not knowing, the wanting to know--but there is the wanting. Certainly there are times when I think maybe it's one-sided, that he knows just about all of me that he cares to, and that I'm the one who's still deciphering, which can be its own source of resentment.

Jun Do held the book, felt its soft cover. "I could read some with you," she said. "Do you know of Christ?" Jun Do nodded. "I've been briefed on him.

there were moments aboard the Junma where he felt a part, and that came with a satisfaction that wasn't located inside, but among.

that feeling of being alone and together at the same time.

It wasn't that I didn't know anyone's phone number—I didn't—it was that only at this moment did I realize I had no one to call. There wasn't a woman, a colleague, or even a relative that I had to contact. Didn't I have a single friend?

It was nothing short of belonging, a feeling that wasn't particularly profound or intense

My father said, "See, my mouth said that, but my hand, my hand was holding yours. If your mother ever must say something like that to me, in order to protect the two of you, know that inside, she and I are holding hands. And if someday you must say something like that to me, I will know it's not really you. That's inside. Inside is where the son and the father will always be holding hands.

She and I were storytellers. Swapping stories constituted our good times. That's what sustained our marriage until, I guess, stories weren't enough.

Even if we walked this path side by side, we must act alone on the outside, while on the inside, we would be holding hands.

And you could always tell ginger plants whose tap root had penetrated a corpse: the blooms were large, iridescent yellow, and it was hard to jerk loose a plant whose roots had hooked a rib below.

I was terrified, on the verge of crying. My father said, "See, my mouth said that, but my hand, my hand was holding yours. If your mother ever must say something like that to me, in order to protect the two of you, know that inside, she and I are holding hands. And if someday you must say something like that to me, I will know it's not really you. That's inside. Inside is where the son and the father will always be holding hands." He reached out and ruffled my hair.

My wife is the most beautiful woman in her housing block. When I look into her eyes, I know exactly what she's thinking. I know what she's going to say before she says it. That's the definition of love, ask any old-timer." The

He noted a depth and sadness in Sun Moon's eyes, the faint lines around them bespeaking a resoluteness in the face of loss, and it took everything in him to suppress the memory of Rumina. And then the idea of a portrait, of any person, placed over your heart, forever, seemed irresisitible. How was it that we didn't walk around with every person who mattered tattoed on us forever?

Do you think the Dear Leader's line should be read 'Love knows no replacement,' as if it's unthinkable to search for a substitute for love, or 'Love knows no replacement,' suggesting that love is sentient and is itself at a loss to comprehend its absence?

Commander Ga went on, "I know you pretended to be asleep one morning to give me more time to study you, to allow me to see the knot in your collarbone where someone had hurt you. You let me see the scars on your knees, scars that tell me you once knew real work. You wanted me to know the real you.

Honestly," Jun Do said. "I don't even know why you guys do this, what's the point of tattooing your wife's face on your chest?" [...] "There is only one reason," the Captain said. "It's because it places her in your heart forever.

A name isn't a person,' Ga said. 'Don't ever remember someone by their name. To keep someone alive, you put them inside you, you put their face on your heart. Then, no matter where you are, they're always with you because they're a part of you.

Orphans are the only ones who get to choose their fathers, and they love them twice as much.

In my experience, ghosts are made up only of the living, people you know are out there but are forever out of range

She's read every word I've written," he said. "That's the truest way to know someone's heart.

A name isn't a person," Ga said. "Don't ever remember someone by their name. To keep someone alive, you put them inside you, you put their face on your heart. Then, no matter where you are, they're always with you because they're a part of you." He put his hands on their shoulders. "It's you that matter, not your names. It's the two of you I'll never forget.