Quotes About Connection

All I knew at that moment was I felt lucky. My mother had chosen me , and, together, we were embarking on a great adventure.

We spoke on the phone regularly and turned to text when she could no longer talk. What would I do without her? Her answer came in her final text message to me, written on the morning of her death: Where is Nora Ephron when we need her? I took this to mean "Embrace the mess, live fully, carry on.

Loneliness is not about how many people you have around. It's about whether or not you feel connected. Whether

Loneliness is not about how many people you have around. It's bout whether or not you feel connected. Whether or not you're able to be yourself.

The way to get people to love you is to show them that you love them.

Emergent strategy is a way that all of us can begin to see the world in life-code—awakening us to the sacred systems of life all around us.

I keep coming back to you in my head, but you couldn't know that, and I have no carbons.

and I ask myself and you, which of our visions will claim us which will we claim how will we go on living how will we touch, what will we know what will we say to each other.

Love, our subject: we've trained it like ivy to our walls.

You touched me in places so deep I wanted to ignore you.

I've had to guess at her, sewing her skin together as I sew mine, though with a different stitch

I write for the still-fragmented parts in me, trying to bring them together. Whoever can read and use any of this, I write for them as well.

A language is a map of our failures

I wanted to choose words that even you would have to be changed by Take the word of my pulse, loving and ordinary Send out your signals, hoist your dark scribbled flags but take my hand

The possibilities that exist between two people, or among a group of people, are a kind of alchemy. They are the most interesting thing in life. The liar is someone who keeps losing sight of these possibilities

the more I live the more I think two people together is a miracle.

You've kissed my hair to wake me. I dreamed you were a poem, I say, a poem I wanted to show someone… and I laugh and fall dreaming again of the desire to show you to everyone I love, to move openly together in the pull of gravity

The problem, unstated until now, is how to live in a damaged body in a world where pain is meant to be gagged uncured ungrieved over. The problem is to connect, without hysteria, the pain of anyone's body with the pain of the world's body.

Yet we can't wait for the undamaged to make our connections for us; we can't wait to speak until we are wholly clear and righteous. There is no purity, and, in our lifetimes, no end to this process.

You grieve in loneliness, and if I understand you fuck in loneliness.

Even before I wholly knew I was a lesbian, it was the lesbian in me who pursued that elusive configuration. And I believe it is the lesbian in every woman who is compelled by female energy, who gravitates toward strong women, who seeks literature that will express that energy and strength. It is the lesbian in us who drives us to feel imaginatively, render in language, grasp, the full connection between woman and woman.

We stayed mute and disloyal because we were afraid I would have touched my fingers to where your breasts had been but we never did such things

Poetry, in its own way, is a carrier of the sparks, because it too comes out of silence, seeking connection with unseen others.

and they still control the world, and you are not in my arms.