Quotes About Connection

Look at your feet. You are standing in the sky. When we think of the sky, we tend to look up, but the sky actually begins at the earth. We walk through it, yell into it, rake leaves, wash the dog, and drive cars in it. We breathe it deep within us. With every breath, we inhale millions of molecules of sky, heat them briefly, and then exhale them back into the world.

Libraries change lives. They are the soul of a people.

Of all the errands life seems to be running, of all the mysteries that enchant us, love is my favorite

We would lie on coral sand, below sugary stars, watching Cassiopeia mount her throne and the Great Bear wash its paws in the South. I would say, "I have a secret to tell you." And, folding me in your arms, boyish and sly, you would answer: "Whisper it into my mouth.

Love seems to be as Essential as Sunlight

We think of it as a sort of traffic accident of the heart. It is an emotion that scares us more than cruelty, more than violence, more than hatred. We allow ourselves to be foiled by the vagueness of the word. After all, love requires the utmost vulnerability. We equip someone with freshly sharpened knives; strip naked; then invite him to stand close. What could be scarier?

And yet, words are the passkeys to our souls. Without them, we can't really share the enormity of our lives.

we are most psychic at approximately 4:00 A.M.

Once this girl gets to like you, she'll tease the daylights outta you.

He looked through the bars thoughtfully, then back at me. "I'll never forget how she went to you after Lois's funeral that day," he said. "She's a very intuitive little girl, and that moment told me something about you." "It did?" I asked. He nodded. "It told me you're someone worth fighting for," he said.

There was something real breakable about Mary Ella and I was always afraid if I touched her in the wrong spot, she'd crack.

One thing I was absolutely sure of was his love. Love made any problem solvable.

No matter how many people care about you, she thought, if you can't be open with them about who you truly are, you are still alone.

to their cars in the driveway. I smiled, watching

I'd seen pictures of the wall online, but nothing prepared me fr seeing it in person. It was a deep scar in the earth and looked like a long black mirror reflecting the puffy white clouds, the blue sky, the trees and grass. It reflected the things people left at its base -- small flags and stuffed animals and photographs. And it reflected the faces of the people who stood in front of it, looking, pointing, weeping. It reflected me.

But I felt . . . I still feel . . . . lucky I had the chance to know you.' She puts her arm around my shoulders, very gently, and I can tell she thinks of me as an old lady who needs to be handled with care. She should see me do the shoulder stand in my yoga class.

Was it possible to love people you had never met, I wondered...

even though I couldn't have him or touch him or talk to him or even look into his eyes. I needed his presence. I needed him close by. I

her mouthing the words, 'That's my Daddy.'" Ben

We got the message that day. We could be friends at home. But out in the world, we didn't know each other.

was dependent on Sheila

what I have with Laurel is public and shallow. What I have with you is private and deep. Which part of me would you rather have?

Honey, have you seen your sister?" She's on Jupiter, Mom.

The man who heard the land was not farming, was not hunting, was not gathering wood for the log pile beside the house, but was an ordinary man driving on a highway, and the car stopped, and he heard the land. He thought it might have been the wind he heard, but knew it was the land. He couldn't understand the words, but he knew the land was speaking.