Quotes About Connection

Friends are like books. You carry them with you forever, regardless of mundane impediments like geography.

One of the most difficult of all things to endure for a crow, a raven, a wolf, or a human is to feel alone and separated from one's own kind. A sense of belonging is one of the most universal of all feelings.

Some people carry this philosophy too far. They look at the damage mankind does to the natural world, and they forget that humans are animals as well, and also deserving of reverence.

Maintenant, je le sais bien. On ne partage pas les rêves.

and I'll know that this is what you live for - to hear someone say. Let's go home, to hear someone you love call your name.

Will and I will walk along the beach in Gloucester, and I'll hear him shout over the wind, Cameron, let's go home, and I'll know that this is what you live for --to hear someone say, Let's go home, to hear someone you love call your name.

The first time you fall in love, it's like you've created the first love in the universe, and the first time someone you love dies, you grieve the universe's first death. What does it help to be told that what you feel is nothing new?

Every so often they exchanged these quick, knowing glances, each making sure the other one was still there, still with her. I wondered how long their friendship would last, and I felt sorry for them, because they didn't know it wouldn't.

Adult friendship doesn't grant you an exclusive, isn't meant to be ranked above romance and family.

He thought of asking her, but for no reason he could name, the silence between them seemed too hard to break.

The essence of leadership is not giving things or even providing visions. It is offering oneself and one's spirit.

We both sat there mute, as if we were in a no-talking competition and serious about winning.

problem shared is a problem halved.

Look, don't see, listen, don't hear. The more you engage, the longer you survive.

He liked the electric darkness and the hot dirty air and the blasts of noise and traffic and the manic barking sirens and the crush of people. It helped a lonely man feel connected and isolated both at the same time.

It helped a lonely man feel connected and isolated both at the same time.

Jodie didn't need it explained to her that her father had been one of the good guys. She knew. She was moving with the serenity of a person who had loved the old guy all her life, and had been loved back. There was nothing she had neglected to tell him, nothing he had neglected to tell her. People live, and then they die, and as long as they do both things properly, there's nothing much to regret.

chest, pressing damp cotton against her skin, the ball of his thumb down in her cleavage. Not a tender gesture.

a wanderer depends on the kindness of strangers. Not for anything specific or material. For morale.

Then she said Peter McCann had lived in her building for a good many years, and they had grown close, in a gruff and occasional and good-fences kind of a way.

A little bit, I guess. But for me it's mostly the eyes. Either there's someone home or there isn't. Either you want to knock on that door or you don't.

with a man. Three children walking stolidly

It was a family-style

sure Edmonds was busting a gut in Virginia, on East Coast time, gathering information, so she could call early and wake him up. Chapter 57 Edmonds' first call came in at two in the morning local time, which was five o'clock Eastern. Reacher and Turner both woke up. Reacher put the open phone between their pillows, and they rolled over forehead to forehead, so they could both hear. Edmonds said, "You