Quotes About Connection

The trees were a seed inside a sail. In the piano music he heard the land; dust on a road, the sun sinking behind earth, the moon in the dark sky, a field of water after rain. It was as if the land gave him an awareness. It was an augmentation or development of some part of himself.

I love you," he said, as he parted her lips with his own and then kissed her. After a moment he added, "I love you with everything I have, and with all that I am.

Why did we divorce? I guess you could say we had trouble synchronizing. You know that carnival ride where two cages swing in opposite directions, going higher and higher until they go over the top? That was us. We passed each other all the time, but we never actually stopped in the same place until it was time to get off the ride.

When you're looking for someone, you're looking for some aspect of yourself, even if you don't know it. What we're searching for is what we lack.

I also have an extended family. The people who stayed. The people who became more than friends; the people who open the door when I knock. That's what it all boils down to. The people who have to open the door, not because they always want to but because they do.

I WISH I FIGURED OUT A WAY TO LOVE YOU WITH ALITTLE LESS EFFORT.

No one can predict who is going to touch your heart in a way that changes your very being.

I want to hold my life up alongside hers in order to, as she wrote, reach a point where i begin to see me-and her-in a more understandable light.

Family is becoming more and more important to me.

I don't really know how to relate to a long-term day-in day-out kind of comfortable relationship.

When you love someone that much and that person is away from you, sometimes it literally feels like you can't breathe, as if your body is aching for air. And then that person walks into the room, and all that ache inside of you, all that longing, dissolves and you feel yourself breathe again. But it's as if he takes the same breath with you. You're both one.

wanted to tell him I understood. But the truth was, no one can really understand what another person is going through.

Why should a poem please even a majority of readers or listeners? Perhaps someone needs the particular poem that you wrote. You probably do, at any rate.

What a gift to have a son.

exhausted I just couldn't call Marla

What better way to get to know someone than through her choice and treatment of books?

Do they sense it, these dead writers, when their books are read? Does a pinprick of light appear in their darkness? Is their soul stirred by the feather touch of another mind reading theirs? I do hope so.

I think that's what poetry does. It allows people to come together and identify with a common thing that is outside of themselves, but which they identify with from the interior.

To learn more about them, people should use you.

If suffering like hers had any use, she reasoned, it was not to the sufferer. The only way that an individual's pain gained meaning was through its communication to others.

When all my dreams come true, they'll all be about you".

Truth was the only superglue that could mend the cracks in her family.

Taking out a criminal was easier than phoning home.

Dianna and Karen