Quotes About Connection

All I know is that I can never see him enough. I can never kiss him enough. There isn't enough of him in the world. I'll always be on a quest for one more look from him, one more laugh.

We are very happy. Or, no. We are not happy, exactly. But we love each other very much, and this charges our lives with shape and light.

Dubliners talk to each other very easily. We talk as though getting back to it, after some interruption.

There were eleven months between me and Liam. We came out of her on each other's tails; one after the other, as fast as a gang-bang, as fast as an infidelity.

paused in the ineluctable presence of the other, and inhaled.

And if you can, at nineteen, count the people you love on one hand, you will not, at forty, have run out of fingers on the other. There are so few people given us to love and they all stick.

If you truly love a book, you should sleep with it, write in it, read aloud from it, and fill its pages with muffin crumbs.

One of the convenient things about literature is that, despite copyrights [...] a book belongs to the reader as well as to the writer.

The Hmong have a phrase, hais cuaj txub kaum txub, which means "to speak of all kinds of things." It is often used at the beginning of an oral narrative as a way of reminding the listeners that the world is full of things that may not seem to be connected but actually are; that no event occurs in isolation; that you can miss a lot by sticking to the point; and that the storyteller is likely to be rather long-winded.

The action most worth watching is not at the center of things, but where edges meet.

People aren't locked doors. You can get through to them if you want. But no one did. No one reached out a hand to Tulip. Nobody tried to touch her. I hear them whispering and they sicken me. 'Bus seats!' grumbles Mrs Bodell. 'Locker doors!' complain the teachers. 'Chicken sheds!' say the farmers. 'Greenhouses! Dustbins!' moan the neighbours. And Mum says, 'A lovely old hotel!' But what about Tulip? I shall feel sorry for Tulip all my life. And guilty, too. Guilty.

The best remedy for those who are afraid, lonely or unhappy is to go outside, somewhere where they can be quiet, alone with the heavens, nature and God. Because only then does one feel that all is as it should be.

You can be lonely even when you are loved by many people, since you are still not anybody's one and only.

I am the vine; you are the branches. Those who remain in me, and I in them, will produce much fruit. For apart from me you can do nothing. JOHN 15:5 NLT

He calls his own sheep by name and leads them out…. And his sheep follow him because they know his voice. JOHN 10:3 – 4

If the part of the dough offered as firstfruits is holy, then the whole batch is holy; if the root is holy, so are the branches. ROMANS 11:16

Pray continually. 1 THESSALONIANS 5:17

Love the LORD your God, listen to his voice, and hold fast to him. DEUTERONOMY 30:20

Communication is what the Holy Spirit excels in. When we don't know what to say, He does. When we don't know what to ask for, He does. When we don't know how to express the depths of our feelings, He does.

If you feel far from God right now, guess who moved? You're only a decision away from reconnecting.

I and the Father are one.

I believe I went through a divorce. My relationship with Ellen is no less significant as a marriage than my relationship to Coley.

One thing hits me," Hanne said at last. "Each of these deaths in a sense is circumscribed by Maria." "What do you mean?" "The day Iselin died, Maria travelled to

invite a person to a log cabin in the woods for a weekend. The true personality emerges every time.