Quotes About Connection

For what other reason might we cling to objects, old photographs, tarnished jewelry, yellowed letters? They're charms, little pieces of magic. When we touch them, we regain for a second what time has stolen or worn away.

You can put on a mask and a costume for the rest of the world, but you can't hide from the people who changed your diapers.

You didn't wind up on a pole without a lot of help from your family.

Never forget those first five minutes, when you thought how much you loved each other was the only thing that mattered. Because in truth it is the only thing that matters. That love is what gets you through all the other stuff.

When you start to really know someone, all his physical characteristics start to disappear. You begin to dwell in his energy, recognize the scent of his skin. You see only the essence of the person, not the shell. That's why you can't fall in love with beauty.

Having love in your heart for someone is its own reward. Or punishment, depending on the circumstances.

It's not how we feel about someone that makes us love them, Annie, it's how they make us feel about ourselves.

But there was something about him—his voice, the way he listened to her when she spoke, his gaze. It was hypnotic. Mako was always on his phone. If he wasn't, he was distracted by his own thoughts. Not that he didn't love her, that they didn't connect often enough. But it was new to feel like someone was hanging on her every word.

This is your home," her mother said. "Wherever I am, that's where you belong.

I loved you before I even knew I loved you, he told me once.

The years grew over that embrace like a vine.

But words are all we have, their essence the only passage into our centers, the only way we can make people feel what we feel

After all, beneath the surface of it, isn't that what we're all looking for? We may say we're looking for love, following dreams, chasing the dollar, but aren't we just looking for a place where we belong? A place where our thoughts, feelings, and fears are understood?

For my parents, Joe and Virginia Miscione We never understand what it means to be a parent until we are parents ourselves. I love you, Mom and Dad. Thanks for everything … then and now.

They just want to be heard. They just want us to listen to their stories. Are

Something about her called away a piece of him, and it floated through the air and she breathed it in, and it was forever lost to her.

But that was the world now, everyone in their little silo, broadcasting versions of their lives from a screen, onto the screens of others.

It's rare that someone doesn't have a device clutched in his hand, isn't staring at a screen all the time, relationships scrolling out in bubbles, text disembodied from voice and body, language pared down to barest meaning and, so, far less meaningful than actual conversation. How did we let them do it, separate us from each other while making us seem more connected than ever? How did we let them strip voice and touch and tone from our interactions?

Remember that one of the best things you can do for your daughter is take care of each other.

But I think how we treat any one person is how we treat the world

The truth is that we're all essentially alone. The lucky ones have a crew to share the load from birth to death. But in the end, we go as we came—a single entity, just passing through. But that's not a thing people like to hear. The story of being surrounded and supported and loved, being a part of something, the whole, almost sacred notion that family is everything is sold hard, and bought completely.

Motherhood was a widening circle of good-byes.

There's stardust in our bones.

I love the way Beck loves. If everyone loved like she did, the world would be a better place.