Quotes About Connection

A family is a place where a body can share the no-account things, can talk of the little matters important only to ourselves, where we can laugh and cry and tell of the day-by-day happenings and then forget them.

Nothing is quite so beautiful as when you share it with it with someone else. There is no purpose in working unless one works for someone, for something.

Not that folks disliked me or that I ever went around being mean, but folks never did get close to me and it was most likely my fault. There was always something standoffish about me. I liked folks, but I liked the wild animals, the lonely trails, and the mountains better.

Need and desire have no connection,' I said. 'Many people desire things they do not need. Happiness can be measured by what one does not need, but often to see is to want.

Ma'am, I said, I'd have liked it, having you for a ma.

Once you have read a book you care about, some part of it is always with you." –

And the two men walked down the street side by side, Ab Kale and his son.…

He was the only man she had ever known who made her feel protected. He made her feel safe, secure. And the feeling was strange to her.

It means little to anybody but us. We set store by kinfolk. We've our troubles from time to time, but when one of us is in danger, there'll be help from any who are around.

He had no love for sleeping inside and wanted his horse near him. There was something about lying under the stars that was conducive to thought, and he had some thinking to do.

He knew how she felt. Sometimes a body just had to have somebody to talk to. You saw something and you wanted to turn and say, Isn't that beautiful? And there was nobody there.

Bayly, to say that he died down in the Guadaloupes. . .of

it runs in the blood of a man that he should care for womenfolk. It's a need in him, deep as motherhood to a woman, and it's a thing folks are likely to forget. A man with nobody to care for is as lonesome as a lost hound dog, and as useless. If he's to feel of any purpose to himself, he's got to feel he's needed, feel he stands between somebody and any trouble.

Deadwood Gulch, a scattered, loosely knit series of communities, some of them hidden away in small hollows or scattered in other ravines connecting with this. White Rocks

Never did a tree fall That did I not feel a pang For rightly said when they are non man will be gone.. For The very air is replenished by them trees When they are gone the air will thicken and we all will die Will become rubbles our forts and tower.. Only weeds and stones to cover The unsightly mounds we leave.. -Lonesome Gods

Once you've read a book you care about, some parts of it always stay with you.

Who is to say? What is love? Perhaps for a time I loved her; perhaps in a way I love her still. Perhaps when a man has held a woman in his arms, there is a little of her with him forever

Lila brought him to me, my hands still hot from battle, the smell of powder smoke about me, and I took him carefully, for I'd no knowledge of babies, and held him gently and looked in his face, his eyes squinted and dark, his face still red and pinched, but he looked at me and seemed to laugh and grasped my thumb and tugged strongly. Oh, he was a lad, that one!

The night before there had been much talk while I was at table, and taking no part in it, I listened nonetheless, for a trail is followed not only upon the earth but in the minds of those one pursues or the minds of those whose thinking is similar.

It ain't so bad," he said. "There's nobody to write to. I never had nobody, Tell." "You had us, Shorty, and when we ride over the rim, we'll be lookin' for you. Keep an eye out, will you?

was lonely. I had to talk…to write to somebody, and there was no one." "There was. There was me.

When is the point at which a group of strangers becomes a community? What it is that forges the will of a people?

They did not see me sitting on a rock near the water, but the air was clear and I heard their voices, and I looked into the water and wished my father would live forever.

He told me once that happiness was born a twin, that it must be shared. He