Quotes About Connection

Get outside. Watch the sunrise. Watch the sunset. How does that make you feel? Does it make you feel big or tiny? Because there's something good about feeling both.

I want to know everything about you, so I tell you everything about myself.

I meet a person, and in my mind I'm saying three minutes; I give you three minutes to show me the spark.

I thought, my love is so good, why isn't it calling the same thing back.

Then the children went to bed, or at least went upstairs, and the men joined the women for a cigarette on the porch, absently picking ticks engorged like grapes off the sleeping dogs. And when the men kissed the women good night, and their weekend whiskers scratched the women's cheeks, the women did not think shave, they thought stay .

I had my own bed. I slept in it alone, except for those times when we needed—not sex—but sex was how we got there.

I often feel the effects of people only after they leave me.

I would like to go for a ride with you, have you take me to stand before a river in the dark where hundreds of lightning bugs blink this code in sequence: right here, nowhere else! Right now, never again!

I think that Fred felt that loved ones in heaven do help those they left behind. He once told me, 'I think of my mother and my dad, and they're both in heaven and have been for a long time, and I know that they still love me and they help me. I have friends who are in heaven, and I know that they inspire me to do all kinds of things in this life.

To make others feel more human, Fred sought to see their Maker in them and then to treat them accordingly.

You know how when you find somebody who you know is in touch with the truth, how you want to be in the presence of that person?" People felt that way about him.

Fred was trying to preserve that special connection that children have with God, their absolute trust and acceptance, and at the same time, he was trying to loose their parents from the prison-house. For Fred, the prison-house included the "stuff" that we collect to fill up our lives, things like new cars and new houses that have left us empty as we've grown and matured into "adults" just like the ones the Little Prince met along the way.

He once asked me, "You know how when you find somebody who you know is in touch with the truth, how you want to be in the presence of that person?

Death may feel like an amputation at the time of the loss, but if the connection is still vibrant, perhaps those aren't phantom pains haunting us but the spirit of love.

Prayer is not only a daily discipline that deepens our relationship with God; it also provides a way for us to be together in our aloneness.

It was Dr. McFarland, Fred's mentor in child development from his graduate studies, who noted that Fred was more connected to his childhood than anyone else she knew, that he hadn't "shed" the vestiges of childhood as most of us have.

And as I said, 'I wish I could pass this through the television set,' it just dawned on me—that was very much like the Eucharist, how [food] could be broken and offered to nourish others. And yet there was no way I could put that food through the television set, so I said there are other ways of sharing.

I wonder if you don't have somebody in your life that just the very thought of that person makes you feel better. It would be wonderful if you could take a minute, at least a minute every day, to think of such a person. Just think. Just be quiet and think. It would make all the difference in the world.

Prayer is not only a daily discipline that deepens our relationship with God; it also provides a way for us to be together in our aloneness. Amen.

That's what we both wanted. To be read. To be asked. To have someone in our lives we couldn't fool.

If parents can remember what it was like to be a child, they are going to be much more empathic with their own children.

the essence of prayer is relationship

An old supply pastor, many years before, had taught him that: What is offered in faith by one person can be translated by the Holy Spirit into what the other person needs to hear and see. The space between them is holy ground, and the Holy Spirit uses that space in ways that not only translate, but transcend.

Tom lifted his other hand and rested it lightly on Reese's slim hip, barely holding on. "I want to kiss you.