Quotes About Connection

It is good people who make good places.

I had never heard that before; and so poor Rob Roy who was killed at that hunt was my brother! I did not wonder that my mother was so troubled. It seems that horses have no relations; at least, they never know each other after they are sold.

She raised her glass and thought of what Frankie had said that first night she met him and fell for him. 'Not bad for a wee tart from the Gorbals.

I never forgot her, Father. I never forgot her for a day.

Oh, Mum,' Rosie said softly. 'I missed you. Every single day. I have missed you so much.

their drinks and headed for the back room. It stank of beer and cigarettes. But at least it was empty, apart from the pool table and a few old-fashioned wooden chairs and three tables next to some wall seating. 'That's better.' Rosie plonked herself on a chair, and they sat with their backs to the wall. She leaned across the table, looking from one to the other. 'So. You were saying

Only do not forget, If I wake up crying it's because in my dreams I'm a lost child hunting through the leaves of the night for your hands. Pablo Neruda, 100 Love Sonnets, XXI

That for the rest of her life she'd long to hold that hand one more time, and no matter how many other hands she held, she would never find one as warm and soft.

Ali's phone call to me three years ago changed my life and put me on the road to where I am now. For that I will always be grateful.

Be careful not to judge anyone by the way they look. For when doing so, you are missing out on discovering who they truly are. Trials and triumphs are rerely seen at first glance. Look with your heart for another's heart. Here is the beauty.

Everybody's funny if you love them.

The best kind of friend is the kind you can sit on a porch swing with, never say a word, and then walk away feeling like it was the best conversation you've ever had.

The most important distinction anyone can ever make in their life is between who they are as an individual and their connection with others.

We take so much into us when we lose someone we love," he said. "We must hold what is left of them. We make choices they would have made, feel what they would have felt. This is the piece of ourselves we lose, you see, because we must make room for them. Death is a parasite, of sorts.

kissing is good for the skin.

Kissing is a means of getting two people so close together that they can't see anything wrong with each other." —RENE YASENEK

Everybody is an outsider, if you go deep enough. The trick is reassuring people that you're their kind of outsider.

You may be a hydrocarbon guzzling bot, but he likes you because you're dealing with the same problem. Just figure out a way to share their problems.

Their postures suggested that she was a node, a person who sprouted and maintained social connections.

One of the reasons Sulfur didn't date very much was that they couldn't help falling a little bit in love with anyone who gave them an orgasm. It was exhausting and practically never led anywhere good.

Our table was round," recalled one of the artists who, from a farming family in N?gata, returned every planting season to help his now elderly parents plant rice. "A square table has edges, but edges divide people. As a family, we weren't cut off from one another. We ate together and we listened to one another." Eating together, listening to one another, sharing food. The memory evoked a familiar, now nostalgic, sense of touch in them all.

Sometimes, when you go on foot there, when you walk in the woods near the old pagan temples, you feel something very strong. It is like the energy you feel in a church, or the energy you feel when a boy and a girl are in love and touch hands for the first time.

He understands not only with his brain but with his heart. And that might be called love. Not quite sure, but maybe that's the key.

I don't quite jump for joy, but I am awfully glad to see him.