Quotes About Connection

This is motherhood for you,' said my own mother. 'Going through life with your heart outside your body.

Tell the story that's been growing in your heart, the characters you can't keep out of your head, the tale story that speaks to you, that pops into your head during your daily commute, that wakes you up in the morning.

A woman in love—a woman loved properly in return—wears her happiness in her eyes, on her cheeks, on her lips, wears it like an invisible garment, a glorious garment that gives her an aura everyone can see.

I hope I presented what I felt the woman seemed to be about, but I couldn't give any reason as to why she remained in the relationship other than that their relationship was very special.

The more uncertain I have felt about myself,' Jung said, 'the more there has grown up in me a feeling of kinship with all things.

It was the particular feel of him that made me want to go back: everything that is said is said underneath, where, if it does matter, to acknowledge it is to let on to your embarrassment. That I love you makes me want to run and hide.

But when do the daydreams begin and the dreams end, and where does the sky end and the prairie grass begin? There are stars in the grass.

Fine," he said. He reached up and cupped my face in both his hands. "We don't have to talk." And that's when he kissed me. On the lips.

Everyone is alien. And even when you are in love with someone, even when you think you know them better than you know yourself; even when you think you know everything about them and they you, and you live in each other's souls. Even then you know nothing about them at all.

She had handed him her heart in her hands without truly knowing whether this quiet, enclosed man could be trusted with it. But it had gone; it had flown from her as if it had always been his, regardless of what he wanted to do with it.

Now she knew that there were people -people everywhere- who cared about and loved books as much as she did.

Endlessly welcoming and hospitable, particularly up here. It didn't necessarily mean she belonged, did it?

However, these days everyone holds their stupid smartphone in front of them the entire time in case somebody likes a dog picture on Facebook and they miss it by two seconds...

still believe reading is the best form of direct brain-to-brain communication humans have yet figured out

Reading is being in stuff." Ben squinted. "Like actually being there?" "Like actually being there. You plug straight into the writer's brain. It's just you and them. You experience what they experience.

Email was great, but she did miss being excited by the post. That was probably why people did so much Internet shopping, she reckoned. So they had a parcel to look forward to.

They were a real community. Not a long terrace with a bunch of people who happened to be living next to each other. There was a difference, she just hasn't realized it before.

Quando você planta seu coração em um cantinho, esse lugar sempre te acompanha.

Is this a love potion?" "Oh goodness, no, you don't need that," said Bronagh. "No. It's for the bond that holds two sisters, one of the strongest things on earth. Forged in steel, hard as iron, easy to burn, never to break. Goodspeed home.

it is not unreasonable to think that when you touch a baby's face you are touching the face of God. Have you ever seen a baby in an old people's home? They are worshipped. They become divine.

But when you read a book, you feel like you're in it.

How very strange that someone she had met so briefly, under such extraordinary circumstances, should turn out to be able to pinpoint exactly what she was feeling, and how. Or, rather, take what she was feeling and make her feel so very much better about it.

It had never occurred to her that other mothers, whatever their situations, might be feeling exactly the same way.

Each member of the family shipwrecked on their own island of grief.