Quotes About Connection

Your children need your presence more than your presents.

Money in a broker's account or in a bank account is not the same as if you feel it in your own fingers once in a while. Then it means something.

America is not like a blanket-one piece of unbroken cloth, the same color, the same texture, the same size. America is more like a quilt-many patches, many pieces, many colors, many sizes, all woven and held together by a common thread.

I love a girl that can make me laugh. I am not really a laugh-at-things type of guy and I don't smile and laugh all the time... But if a girl can make me laugh... I'm in love!!!!

She grew not on the land so much as out of it, like cottonwoods and bear grass. Each fall a part of her collapsed and withered alongside the wildflowers and grapevines she loved and used for healing. Each spring some new part of her erupted just as the mallows and poppies did, spreading her toes like roots in the truth and sustenance of ground, while branching out to the rest of the living world and stretching upwards towards the light.

Skipping arm in arm is double the joy!

She dreams, she smiles and coos and does all these things, but she hasn't seen enough of the world yet to understand any of that stuff. So still feel like she's connected to the other world, or something. There's no other way to explain it. It's a miracle.

La postura que desarrollaré en este trabajo define la intersubjetividad como una relación de reconocimiento mutuo; una relación en la que cada persona experimenta al otro como "sujeto afín", como otra mente "con la que se puede sentir", y que, al mismo tiempo, posee un centro de sensaciones y percepciones distinto y separado.

You've always treated me like a lady. And 1 don't need flowers or dinner or jewelry. I only need you.

In many ways we modern day vandwellers are just like the Mountain Men of old: We need to be alone and on the move, but we equally need to occasionally gather together and make connections with like-minded people who understand us.

Violet heard the coughing and came running back. She sank down on the bench beside Rose, putting her arm around the older girl and holding a handkerchief to Rose's lips. "What happened?" she asked Galen, her tone just shy of being accusatory. "I am so sorry, Your Highness," Galen said, backing away. "I made her laugh, and–" "You made her laugh?" Violet's eyes widened. "She hasn't laughed in weeks!" She smiled at Galen and gave Rose's shoulders a little squeeze.

Wind does not need translation. It speaks the language of men, of animals and birds, of rocks and trees and earth and sky and water. It does not eat or sleep, or take shelter from the weather. It is the weather. And it lives.

Love? ... It's at the heart of every story.

He held out his arm to her, and she took it, wishing that there were not quite such a discrepancy in their heights.

Rufus, who didn't seem to like most men, was actually letting Lulath stroke his head and had his long tail lovingly coiled around one of Lulath's legs.

My identity is linked to my grandmother, who's pure Filipino, as pure as you can probably get. And that shaped my imagination. So that's how I identify.

Love is about needing someone, about feeling as if the day isn't quite right if they're not there. Its about knowing that, no matter how bad a day you've had, the moment you see them again or hear their voice, the world is back in its place.

I want someone to come home to at the end of the day. Someone I can talk to, laugh with. someone I can hold and who'll hold me through bad times and the good. That's ordinary, isn't it?

I know you're OK in your own. I've always been OK on my own, too. I guess I still would be if you don't ... I'll survive, anyway. I just wondered whether we might be OK together. I thought we might be more than OK. I thought we might be happy.

Caro: Are you sure, Philippe? I do love you, but we're so different. It won't be easy. Philippe: No it won't be. But who wants easy when they can have incredible? Yes, we'll have to work through some tough bits, but won't that be worth it when we see what an amazing life we can build together?

Because I knew that however perfect Ordinary Guy was on paper, I'd already met the perfect man for me, and he wasn't ordinary at all.

I am tortured when I am away from my family, from my children. I am horribly guilt-ridden.

The only place I've felt was really my home is my cabin up north. There's something in the water there that connects me to that place. There's also this sense of isolation and loneliness about it that I've never been able to shake.

Families survive, one way or another. You have a tie, a connection that exists long after death, through many lifetimes.