Quotes About Connection

Only when one is connected to one's inner core is one connected to others. And, for me, the core, the inner spring, can best be re-found through solitude.

And telling you I care about you is a waste of time. I wouldn't have crossed the ocean, come out of hiding, tracked you down, if you didn't matter to me.

He pulled her back, off balance so that she fell against him, and he took her face in his two hands and held it very still while his eyes looked down into hers. Somber, truthful, painfully honest. "I love you, Chloe," he said. "Which is the most dangerous thing I could do.

If this were a different time, a different place, I would take you to bed with me and make love to you for days.

I want your innocence. I want your blind, unquestioning devotion to your father, your acceptance of who and what he is. I want you to look at me the way you look at him, knowing the worst. I want you to trust me, even when your brain tells you you shouldn't, I want you to ignore common sense and your lifelong need to protect yourself. I want you to give yourself to me, body and soul.

The best and most beautiful things in the world cannot be seen nor even touched, but just felt in the heart.

You cannot touch love . . . But you feel the sweetness that it pours into everything.

Is it not true, then, that my life with all its limitation touches at many points the life of the World Beautiful? Everything has its wonders, even darkness and silence, and I learn, whatever state I may be, therein to be content.

She was eager to stoop to his level.

Who fed me from her gentle breast And hushed me in her arms to rest, And on my cheek sweet kisses prest? My Mother.

For my own family, I would always choose the makeshift, surrogate family formed by various characters unrelated by blood.

I'm beginning to think that maybe it's not just how much you love someone. Maybe what matters is who you are when you're with them.

It is not how much you love someone, but who you are when you are with him.

It struck her all at once that dealing with other human beings was an awful lot of work.

Houses need humans," Red said. "You all should know that. Oh, sure, humans cause wear and tear—scuffed floors and stopped-up toilets and such—but that's nothing compared to what happens when a house is left on its own. It's like the heart goes out of it. It sags, it slumps, it starts to lean toward the ground.

She was good at talking with young people. She seemed to view them as interesting foreigners.

There were so many Jacks she had known, and he had known so many Hazels. And maybe she wasn't going to be able to know all the Jacks that there would be. But all the Hazels that ever would be would have Jack in them, somewhere.

He remembered that part like you'd remember a story someone told to you once, like you might nod in sympathy but it wasn't like it happened to you.

Hazel should have done something—left a note, pretended she was going to go visit Jack's aunt Bernice. Something. She was so busy thinking about the one she needed to rescue she didn't think at all about the one she was leaving behind. She was supposed to take care of her mother, too. She was not supposed to be sipping honey tea with people who are just like the parents you think you are supposed to have. Her mother was what she had.

There is something in the magic we have that is greater than the magic we can do.

Something rose in Oscar's chest, like a flower blossoming all at once. It grew until it filled him and threatened to spill over everywhere. The words [he] spoke touched a longing so deep Oscar hadn't even known it was there.

Were Here, another story for you: Once upon a time there were two sisters, twins, who came into the world looking just the same. Some said it

Healthy people live with their world.

We cannot allow anything to come between us and our spirituality, or between us and our living process. If we do, we shall destroy ourselves and those around us.