Quotes About Connection

You'd be shocked at how many adults are already dead inside, walking around with no clue, waiting for a heart attack or cancer to finish the job. When people don't express themselves, they die one piece at a time. It's the saddest thing I know.

My momma and poppa appeared from the shadows. They flew to me and wrapped their arms around me and cooled my face with their ghost tears.

Hurry up," Gracie called after him. "I want to talk to dead people.

tried to reach the cake plate. My fingers fell just short. If I stretched all the way across the table, the seam under my arm would split open. Jeannine saw my dilemma, picked up the plate, and passed it in the opposite direction to her mother.

Could he hear my heart pounding?

You might not hear back from your mother for a while, though. The post has become most unreliable.

when people don't express themselves, they die one piece at a time

Usually when I enter a bookstore, I feel immediately calm. Bookstores are, for me, what churches are for other people. My breath gets slower and deeper as I peruse the shelves. I believe that books contain messages I am meant to receive. I'm not normally superstitious, but I've even had books fall from shelves and land at my feet. Books are my missives from the universe.

Usually when I enter a bookstore, I feel immediately calm. Bookstores are, for me, what churches are for other people. My breath gets slower and deeper as I peruse the shelves. I believe that books contain messages I am meant to receive. I'm not normally superstitious, but I've even had books fall from shelves and land at my feet. Books are my missives from the universe.

At best, love is simply the slipping of a hand in another's, of knowing you are where you belong at last, and of exchanging through the eyes that all-consuming regard which ignores everybody else on earth.

For the first time I was learning how much easier it was to leave than to stay behind and love.

She could grow them anywhere, at any time, and they seemed to live longer for her. She grew them with rough, almost slap-dash love, but her hands possessed such an understanding of their needs they seemed to turn to her like another sun. She could snatch a dry root from field or hedgerow, dab it into the garden, give it a shake and almost immediately it flowered. One felt she could grow roses from a stick or chair-leg, so remarkable was this gift. Our

I took to the...Library as to a lover...

I could never, I knew then, lose myself in love. Margery had accused me of coldness, and she was right, but she was also wrong: For me, for always, the paramount organ of passion was the mind. Unnatural, unbalanced, perhaps, but it was true: Without intellect, there could be no love.

The dead have a claim on us even heavier than that of the living, for they cannot hear our explanations, and we cannot ask their forgiveness.

One must never disregard a message from the universe.

When we arrived at his cottage we had known each other forever.

How could he have known? How could he know my body better than I did myself? How could he foresee that a thumbnail run up my spine would—) "By God," he murmured throatily into my hair. "I've wanted to do that since the moment I laid eyes upon you.

Isolate her, and however abundant the food or favourable the temperature, she will expire in a few days not of hunger or cold, but of loneliness.

were she not aware that he was more than a man who could make plants grow. And

Come on in," Elaine said. "She's already here. Pam, this is Mr. Scudder, Matthew Scudder. Matt, I'd like you to meet Pam.

he was sort of a yutz, and he would have married her, because that went along with being the kind of yutz he was, but thank God she said something to her Aunt Vicki, and Vicki had a cousin who knew somebody

I threw myself down upon that small soft body, and her hand clutched me and tucked me home. She worked and strained in sweet agony beneath me. I brought her there. I heard her cry out and felt her quiver, and then I melted at last inside her in unutterable delight.

People think it's OK to harbor negative thoughts and feelings about other people. They think the other person doesn't know about it. I have news for you. We are all sending and receiving signals without realizing it. If you have negative thoughts and feelings about someone they know it. Don't kid yourself. They know it.