Quotes About Connection

Vianello had the knack of getting people to talk. Especially if they were Venetians, the people he interviewed invariably warmed to this large, sweet-tempered man who gave every appearance of speaking Italian reluctantly, who was only too glad to lapse into their common dialect, a linguistic change that often carried its speakers along to unconscious revelation.

Once, walking with him, Paola had stopped and asked him what he was thinking about, and the fact that she was the only person in the world he would not be embarrassed to tell just what it was he had been thinking about at that moment convinced him, though a thousand things had already done so, that this was the woman he wanted to marry, had to marry, would marry.

There's nothing like falling into a satisfied sleep after you've had a man inside you two or three times. There's no substitute for that kind of man-to-woman connection.

F. Scott Fitzgerald was a great writer. He said that a person never experiences the same kind of love twice. That means what we have with each other is not like anything either of us has had with anyone else. I like that idea.

There is nothing like finding that one incredible woman who changes everything.

When he did, Casey saw a real guy with a sense of humor peeking through. Truthfully, he liked the fact that Stedman was seriously protecting Alexa. Go figure.

When she went limp in his arms, her surrender calmed him a bit. He kissed her more softly then, but still desperately.

A friend knows the song in my heart and sings it to me when my memory fails.

Caring too much for objects can destroy you. Only—if you care for a thing enough, it takes on a life of its own, doesn't it? And isn't the whole point of things—beautiful things—that they connect you to some larger beauty?

if a painting really works down in your heart and changes the way you see, and think, and feel, you don't think, 'oh, I love this picture because it's universal.' 'I love this painting because it speaks to all mankind.' That's not the reason anyone loves a piece of art. It's a secret whisper from an alleyway. Psst, you. Hey kid. Yes you.

And I add my own love to the history of people who have loved beautiful things, and looked out for them, and pulled them from the fire, and sought them when they were lost, and tried to preserve them and save them while passing them along literally from hand to hand, singing out brilliantly from the wreck of time to the next generation of lovers, and the next.

When I think about all the patients and their loved ones that I have worked with over the years, I know most of them don't remember me nor I them. But I do know that I gave a little piece of myself to each of them and they to me and those threads make up the beautiful tapestry in my mind that is my career in nursing.

I'd like to work with Justin Bieber. He's talented and he's so young. I know what he's going through. I've lived what he's living through right now. Working with him would complete a circle of sorts for me. And he might find it a worthwhile experience himself.

Weather meaning 'weather' and man meaning 'man.

Let My worship be in the heart that rejoices, for behold, all acts of love and pleasure are My rituals.

Fairies are animals' guardian angels.

Indigos often feel misunderstood by others, which can lead to feelings of loneliness. Charles:

Sometimes, it's difficult to know if it's your own feelings or someone else's. Indigos also feel bombarded with painfully negative energy whenever a world tragedy occurs. Whether it's shock, anger, or sadness over the event, the Indigo feels it deeply. Not only do Indigos feel all of these energies

Todos estamos en el camino del descubrimiento de que somos uno con Dios. Cuando entendamos esto por completo, estaremos en el estado de ascension.

Cosmo poked his head back through the wall. He barked twice at Kaz, then disappeared again.

Because no one ever listens to the dog.

Gaten looked closely at me. He brushed dirt from my face, then with make-believe surprise said, "Oh, it is you, Clover." He grabbed my hand. His strong hand held it tightly. It was a father's hold. I was safe with him. In the evening twilight we walked hand in hand in search of the very-hard-to-find rain crow.

Maybe it's what we don't say/that saves us.

Good writing works from a simple premise: your experience is not yours alone, but in some sense a metaphor for everyone's.