Quotes About Connection

My brother! Nighteyes greeted me joyously.

When you save any part of the world, you've saved the whole world. In fact, that's the only way it can be done.

For I had already dreamed your face and I knew I must find you, even though everyone had assured me that you did not and could not exist.

He'd known of love and accepted that it existed for him. But never before had he actually felt love as a physical sensation that emanated from another creature and warmed and comforted him. It was incredible.

Your mother was a good mate for Fitz. She gave him what he needed. But this is the woman I would have chosen for us.

I met her gaze; she looked at me as if she knew the answer to every mystery. I leaned in closer, taking in her scent, and the wolf in me leapt high. Mine. Suddenly she was obviously mine in every way. My club, to protect. Mine . From this moment, I would die rather than see harm come to her. Mine. The Wit told me this little spark of life burned strong. Tiny she was, she would never be prey. ~142

I've been the reader sending that letter or small gift to a writer I've never met. I sent them because I wanted that writer to know that I'd met their characters. Their characters had become my friends. I hadn't read a story; I'd shared a life.

There is security in knowing that a friend has your back, even if he is sound asleep

Probeer dit rijk te regeren, en het zal je tot slaaf maken,' fluisterde een geest van de Wilde Regenlanden in mijn oor. 'Word er deel van, en je gaat een nieuw leven tegemoet.

I believe you each have something to offer the other. But you'll only value it if you discover it for yourselves.

It is possible to be homesick for a time and lonely for the only other person to recall it.

It's all connected. When you save any part of the world, you've saved the whole world. In fact, that's the only way it can be done.

Vanity is such a strange thing. They mourned me, and I was warmed that they loved me.

She held his hand and did not look down nor back.

The pack does not die if the cub survives. Be a wolf, my brother. Things are clearer so.

As we shouldered our packs and set off, I reflected bitterly that I had walked away from people I had known and cared about to avoid the very situation I was now in with comparative strangers. I wondered if there was any way to live amongst people and refuse to be harnessed by their expectations

It is hard to express the completeness of two beings moving as one, for a single purpose.

Why must love cost anything? Why does need have to be mixed up with love? Why can't people be like butterflies, coming together in bright sunshine and parting while the day is still bright?' 'Because they are people, not butterflies. To pretend that people can come together, love, and then part with no pain or consequences is more false a role than pretending to be a proper Trader's daughter.

He's a spider. A web-weaver, with lines stringing out in all directions. He sits at the centre and interprets each tug.

It was as if he were so isolated that any close contact at all became a friendship in his mind.

In the space of a sundown, you show me the wide world from a horse's back, and the soul of the world within my own walls.

Awe flowed through him with his blood. Tree. Bark and sap, the scent of the wood and the leaves fluttering overhead. Tree. But also the soil and the water, the air and the light, all was coming and going through the being known as tree. He moved with them, sliding in and out of an existence of bark and leaf and root, air and water.

When I had encountered the Skill joy, I had not found it the tawdry pleasure Galen had implied. Rather, it had been the same rush of blood and thunder of earth that sometimes music brought to me, or a sudden flight of bright pheasant in an autumn wood, or even the pleasure of taking a horse perfectly over a difficult jump. That instant when all things come into balance, and for a moment turn together as perfectly as birds wheeling in flight.

She loved to talk. All I need do was provide the silence.