Quotes About Connection

If he texted about Morris, there was a good chance that Robin would call him back to find out how Joan was.

The dead could only speak through the mouths of those left behind, and through the signs they left scattered behind them. Strike

She couldn't help but feel a certain vicarious embarrassment.

Some people need to be needed . . .

They beamed at each other: for a moment, Robin thought she saw the idea of hugging her cross Strike's mind, but instead he held out his hand and shook hers.

Intuition, they called it, but Strike knew it to be the reading of subtle signs, the subconscious joining of dots.

Smoking in silence as she concentrated on navigating through the increasingly heavy morning traffic, Strike noted how much he liked making her laugh. He also recognized that he felt much happier, much more comfortable, sitting here in this ramshackle Land Rover talking inconsequential nonsense with Robin than he had felt last night at dinner with Elin.

they said, you won't be alone, you have something you've built, and all right, it might not be a family, but there are still people who care about you waiting in London

he'd wanted to keep a channel of communication open between himself and Charlotte, because he wanted to know she couldn't forget him, any more than he could forget her. It was time to cut that last, thin thread.

Rubenfeld spoke no Hebrew. His mind was racing to come up with something—anything—that these wild-eyed dirt farmers would understand. He threw his arms in the air and yelled the only Yiddish words he could think of. "Gefilte fish! Gefilte fish! Shabbes! Shabbes!

I learned a lesson I never had as a politician: that we cannot properly lead those with whom we have not shared suffering.

learned a lesson I never had as a politician: that we cannot properly lead those with whom we have not shared

I think kissing is what separates us from the animals and makes us divine.

We tend to go on loving the things the people who loved us loved. They are invested with soul, even if the people are long dead, even if they do not turn out to be who you thought they were.

Now it's your land. But it's important, at least to me,that you remember that it's not just your land. There is a history. Now you're part of it. Good night. And off they go.

He wanted to slice her open and lie inside the warm blood of her body.

I loved kissing them on the mouth, the taste of their tongues. I think kissing is what separated us from the animals and makes us divine.

It is the tenderness that breaks our hearts. The loveliness that leaves us stranded on the shore, watching the boats sail away. It is the sweetness that makes us want to reach out and touch the soft skin of another person. And it is the grace that comes to us, undeserving though we may be. — Robert Goolrick, The End of the World as We Know It: Scenes from a Life (Algonquin Books, March 23, 2007)

I've simply always lacked even the slightest religious impulse- when people talk about their faith, I can't connect with what they're talking about. This isn't a decision I came to, or a deep belief or principle; I'm just religion-deaf, the way tone-deaf people hear sounds and not music. I suppose my religion is reading.

love-making and good food are the essential ingredients of life

Anthropologists are a connecting link between poets and scientists though their field-work among primitive peoples has often made them forget the language of science.

Labor is the only prayer that Nature answers.

Indeed, there are two times for most important statements or accusations: the expressive time, when we feel inwardly impelled to say or do them, and the impressive time, when they would be most helpful to their recipients. It is only in very mature and rightly beloved people that these two times regularly coincide.

Intimacy is to love what concentration is to work: a simultaneous drawing together of attention and release of energy.