Quotes About Connection

Love is the chain whereby to lock a child to its parent.

The written word may be man's greatest invention. It allows us to converse with the dead, the absent, and the unborn.

The inclination to share thoughts with one another is probably an original impulse of our nature.If in pain I wish to let you know it,and ask your sympathy and assistance;and my pleasurable emotions also,I wish to communicate to,and share with you.

We are not enemies, but friends. We must not be enemies. Though passion may have strained, it must not break our bonds of affection.

The strength of a nation lies in the homes of its people

affection for her, of the compatibility

Friends stranger

Wasn't that the definition of home? Not where you are from, but where you are wanted

Tell us please, what treatment in an emergency is administered by ear?....I met his gaze and I did not blink. Words of comfort, I said to my father.

They shouldn't leave things out. They just shouldn't. They have to paint it all, the whole thing, and they shouldn't be afraid of that. If they hold us tight enough, so tight we know they love us, it won't matter what they say. Their love will get us through it.

When I kissed Havah at that moment I felt hundreds of windows fly open inside my heart. It made me wish that I had never kissed anyone else.

Ä°nsanlar söylediklerinizi ya da yapt?klar?n?z? unutur, ama onlara neler hissettirdiÄŸinizi asla unutmaz...

Bir sa??r?n sinestezi olmas? gibidir aÅŸk; müziÄŸi duymazs?n ama onu hissedersin...

Ä°nsanlar söylediklerinizi ya da yapt?klar?n?z? unutur,ama onlara ne hissettirdiklerinizi asla unutmaz.

How could I forget you, Darryl? You called me God.

Art is a way of expanding our resonances, civilization our way of resonating to those expansions

The sign at Starbucks should read "Friends are like snowflakes: more different and beautiful each time you cross their path in our common descent." For the final truth about snowflakes is that they become more individual as they fall; that, buffeted by wind and time, they are translated, as if by magic, into every stranger and more complex patterns, until at las they touch earth. Then, like us, they melt.

Nelson W. Aldrich of Rhode Island. Aldrich, a multimillionaire, a card-playing partner of J. Pierpont Morgan, the father-in-law of John D. Rockefeller, Jr., and chairman of the Senate Finance Committee, was the ultimate Washington power broker. "I'm just a president," Roosevelt once told the journalist Lincoln Steffens, "and he has seen lots of presidents.

The KiKongo language, spoken around the Congo River's mouth, is one of the African tongues whose traces linguists have found in the Gullah dialect spoken by black Americans today on the coastal islands of South Carolina and Georgia.

I have the same fantasy every time I read a book I love, no matter who wrote it, no matter when it was written. That the author has written his book only for me.

True love never has to end so why shouldn't our story continue after the last page has been written

And yet, wasn't the terrific thing about stories the fact that they joined readers together, that they made people realize they were not alone in their hopes, dreams, and fears?

Sometimes all a story needed was one or two people to read or listen to it to make it matter.

That the author is speaking only to us, that he is writing only for us, that no one on Earth has the same relationship to that author as we do. I have the same fantasy every time I read a book I love, no matter who wrote it, no matter when it was written. That the author has written his book only for me.