Quotes About Connection

A myth is a story that is more than true. Many stories are true because one person, somewhere, at some time, lived it. It is based on fact. But a myth is more than true because it is lived by all of us, at some level. It's a story that connects and speaks to us all.

How could memories feel so close and so far away at the same time?

She could literally feel the heat of his body; they were inches apart. She inhaled deeply, his masculine scent mixed with dust and sweat. Heat tore down through her and she gazed up into those gray eyes that studied her in the building silence. He wanted her. The thought was shocking. What was more shocking and disconcerting to Shiloh was she wanted him!

She looked over at him, her eyes warm. "Your face has a story to tell." Mouth quirking, Roan growled, "It's a top-secret face, Darlin'.

He leaned over, catching her lowered gaze. "I'm the present, Darlin'.

So you're falling for her?" Hager said on the phone. Joe paced his living room, watching the sun sinking behind the mountains. "Yes. It wasn't intentional. I don't know when it happened.

Giving him a wry look, Shiloh said, "I think you're forcing me to look at myself, what I want, who I am." "Good relationships always do that for both people, Darlin'. It's just a natural progression between them. It can bring out our self-awareness. It's not easy. But it's rewarding.

She took his finger and placed a small kiss on the end of it. "You're just full of surprises, Taggart." She saw him give her a very pleased male smile. "Stick around, Darlin', there's more to me than meets your eyes." "Should I be afraid?

them so much. Tal, Matt, and I are

Falco readers are, I must say, the most strikingly nice group of people.

I don't know if you or I exist, but somewhere there are poems about us.

In Austin, someone has scrawled on the bathroom wall of a cafe on Congress Street, "I don't know if you or I exist, but somewhere there are poems about us.

In Austin, someone has scrawled on the bathroom wall of a cafe on Congress Street, 'I don't know if you or I exist, but somewhere there are poems about us.

Humans are destined to be party animals, and technology will follow.

no pain was permanent, and no loss was real. That even though people treated each other abominably, even though they left, even though you let them go, even though you never laid eyes on them again, this fugue that linked you continued, whether you liked it or not.

there is a vast difference between talking about God and listening to a God who talks to you.

I am one of those who should first connect with coffee and then the Holy Spirit before I go public.

Nuestro Dios no está más cerca de ti en un monte, en una ciudad o ni siquiera en una iglesia. Ningún individuo puede alejarte de su presencia.

Which is why she'd fallen desperately in love the first time she'd met Sharlah. She'd looked into her foster daughter's eyes and she'd known her. Just . . . known her. Sharlah's fears, anxieties, fragile hope, bone-deep strength. Rainie saw all of her daughter. And she loved her, not in spite of her weaknesses, but because of them. Sharlah was a fighter.

And a man and woman should fight. Frankly, they should have a good head-to-head battle about every six months, then make love until they break the box springs.

Family is family. Even if you hate them, it's hard to let go.

A child's bonds with his or her mother are extremely powerful, so any negativity in the mother is being communicated to the child.

I don't speak. In this day and age, we all talk too much and hear too little. Listening has become a forgotten art that the world is sorely missing.

And if I'd once fallen hard for my husband, I fell even harder for my child. It was as if my entire life had been building to this one moment, my finest work, my greatest accomplishment, this tiny bundle of precious life.