Quotes About Connection

But we all know the drill: if we eat only candy, if we cultivate our friendships and relationships primarily online, if we forget to walk to town sometimes instead of drive, a crucial part of us will wither. You don't have to read all the books on your list at once. Just pick up the one that grabs you right now. If you don't love it, put it down. Move on.

Maybe we shared an impatience with small talk, being a heart surgeon and a drug counselor. The body and its needs: the thing itself.

You will never know how much I understand you.

Your throat tightens up and your eyes get wet as you watch their faces go from stony to sad, and it's all kind of moving and sweet except that you're not completely there—a part of you is a few feet away, or above, thinking, Good, they'll forgive you, they won't desert you, and the question is, which one is really "you," the one saying and doing whatever it is, or the one watching?

Sasha and Drew are a braid of elbows and shoulders and pockets, which presumably keeps them warmer than you.

Once the new children had become your allies, it was wrenching to leave them.

She was not unique, but neither was she alone. Reading might have saved her.

Everybody sounds stoned, because they're e-mailing people the whole time they're talking to you.

That we have some history together that hasn't happened yet.

Everyone we've lost, we'll find. Or they'll find us.

Going home and spending time with your family and your real friends keeps you grounded.

Don't you know that this is the only reason we are here, to love one another, and to be loved?

Maybe we should just love one another, even if we don't completely understand the things that people bear in their dark, strange hearts, even if the stars that other men and women are following seem invisible to us. If we make ourselves open to the humanity of others first, maybe understanding will follow. An incomprehensible theory of the universal isn't necessary if your only ambition is to embrace another soul. What you need, maybe all you need, in fact, is the willingness to love.

It's funny how you can know a person, think of him as your closest friend, and still never gain access to the secret chambers in his heart.

You carry the past with you. Even if there's a before, and an after, in your life. It's still the same life. The trick is to build a bridge between that and what comes later.

Don't you know that this is the only reason we are here, to love one another, and to be loved? Why is it that what is so obvious to dogs is such a mystery to men and women?

There are times when I think it's impossible to know another soul. I don't know, maybe we're lucky that way. If we knew what really went on inside other people's private hearts it would make our eyeballs bleed.

Sometimes my sister and I laugh so hard that we fall upon the floor, unable to speak or move, just shaking so hard that it is not clear if we are going to be able to survive our own happiness. It makes it hard to breathe.

I know enough to know that when you're in a pickle . . . call Mom.

I'm still really close with everyone at home and their parents - and their brothers and sisters. I was so, so, so lucky to grow up as part of a community and I don't take that for granted. I try very hard to stay part of it.

Peace begins in each person's heart and then is passed on to the people they love most. Then they pass it on until everyone has peace in their heart.

I had the worst feeling, when I hung up, that I had missed the purpose of our conversation, that we both had. We had been apart for so long and no longer knew how to speak, other than as strangers. How are you feeling? we said, but what we meant was, Where are you? who are you now? Are you still in there?

Sometimes you stop seeing what the person is to the world. You only see what the person is to you.

Before I'd even said hello, Connor was telling me good-bye.