Quotes About Connection

History does not so much repeat as echo, I suppose.

People give themselves to you, in their talking, and in other ways, if you are quiet and patient and let them, and not in such a damned rush to give yourself to them you go bat-blind and deaf.

I can love you. I can grieve for you, or with you. I can share your pain. But I cannot judge you.

I had to discover and teach myself all kinds of tricks to get people to respond to the inside of me, and not the outside.

There is a sad disconnectedness that overcomes a library when its owner is gone.

And that was just how it worked, wasn't it? Happiness handed around and around, never stopping. It wasn't something one could hoard tight like a miser. That would be like trying to hold one's breath for later.

Wait. He paused, and she held out a hand to him. His thick fingers engulfed her tapering ones; his skin was warm and dry, and scorched her. Before we go pick up poor Lieutenant Illyan again... He took her in his arms, and they kissed, for the first time, for a long time. Oh, she muttered after. Perhaps that was a mistake. It hurts so much when you stop. Well, let me... his hand stroked her hair, gently, then desperately wrapped itself in a shimmering coil; they kissed again.

For Berry, you just be there, Whit. Be the one person in the wide green world she doesn't have to explain it to, because you were there and saw it all for yourself. Hand her a clean cloth if she cries or bleeds, and some warm thing for the pain that doubles her over. The time to hold her will come. This day isn't over yet.

Honesty is the only way with anyone, when you'll be so close as to be living inside each other's skins.

So in the physics of the heart, distance is relative; it's time that's absolute.

The book is not an object on the table; it is an event in the reader's mind. It's a process, through which an idea in my mind triggers an idea, more-or-less corresponding, in yours. The words on the page are merely the means to that end, a think-by-numbers set, a bottled daydream. The book, therefore, is only finished when someone reads it. - Sidelines

Talking to the gods had been a much more comfortable proposition when there had seemed no danger of Their talking back.

Yes, of course. Tomorrow . . . or you can call me whenever you're ready. You have my number?" "Yes, you gave me several of them back on Komarr. I still have them.

A stunning first impression was not the same thing as love at first sight. But surely it was an invitation to consider the matter.

Well, I don't hate him. Can't say as I worship him, either." She paused a long time, and looked up to meet her mother's eyes square on. "But when he's cut, I bleed.

He claims that the gods, and we, are both right here all the time, a shadow's thickness apart. We've no distance to cross at all to get to each other.

People are the only mirror we have to see ourselves in. The domain of all meaning. All virtue, all evil, are contained only in people. There is none in the universe at large. Solitary confinement is a punishment in every human culture.

And . . . it would be a real relief for me to have someone along I can talk to freely." Her smile tilted a little at this. "Talk, or vent?" "I—hem!—suspect this one is going to entail quite a lot of venting, yes. D'you think you can stand it?

Andy was clutching her blue T-shirt. She rolled over, as Tony had, palms to the surface, and pushed up. Andy, turning his head toward his father, reached out with his upper hands and tried to shove off from Claire with his lowers. The floor leaped up and smacked him. For

Never had Miles seen a man wish more passionately to be twins; he half-expected Bothari to go into mitosis on the spot.

They embraced each other so tightly, they had to back off to manage a kiss. "Don't you ever," he said, voice husky with strain, "pull a stunt like that again." "Don't you ever let it become necessary, again." "Deal." He held her face away from his, between his hands, his eyes devouring her. "I was so afraid for you, I forgot to be afraid for your enemies. I should have remembered. Dear Captain.

Mark, no se paga a los padres. No se puede. La deuda que les debes la asumen tus hijos, que la pasan a su vez. Es una especie de cadena. Y si no tienes hijos, queda como deuda a la humanidad. O a tu Dios, si posees o eres poseído por uno

Well, I don't hate him. Can't say I worship him, either. She paused a long time, and looked up to meet her mother's eyes square on. But when he's cut, I bleed.

Go dance with the girl, Mark. She thinks you're interesting. Mother Nature gives a sense of romance to young people, in place of prudence, to advance the species. It's a trick—that makes us grow.