Quotes About Connection

The love of God shows us that God alone bridges the distance between him and us, enabling us to see this world through Calvary.

Love is as much a question of the will as it is of the emotion. And if you will to love somebody, you can. - Ravi Zacharias' brother

Many pray for the right partner but cease to pray for the right union--that they be one as Jesus and the Father are one and so experience the full measure of His joy in the relationship.

Marriage brings face to face two people committed to God whose face is distinctively revealed in each as they see each other in the light of God, shining on each countenance. God brought them close to each other because each was the other's answer from God, to rescue them from being alone.

If you cannot understand me in my speech, how can you understand me in my silence?

Our lives are shaped by others literally from birth, and even the best of intentions can result in the most unexpected of hurts.

Oare nu este interesant cum poveÈ™tile, mai noi sau mai vechi, ajung mai devreme sau mai târziu s? vorbeasc? despre ce înseamn? s? iubeÈ™ti È™i s? fii iubit? Ele mediteaz? asupra acestei nevoi vitale pe care o simÈ›im toÈ›i pe parcursul vieÈ›ii noastre. Ne dorim cu ardoare s? È™tim È™i s? simÈ›im c? suntem iubiÈ›i. Tânjim dup? relaÈ›ii semnificative pentru noi, sigure È™i tot mai profunde.

More than anything else, prayer enables you to see your own heart and brings you into alignment with God's heart.

We are alone in a world where everything is nothing and we are part of the divine.

Isn't love the only thing that counts?

Me he desprendido de los toscos lazos de la tierra, he revoloteado por el cielo sobre alas con brillo de júbilo … He extendido mi mano y tocado el rostro de Dios.2

You can become interested too late to realize how important your family tree is. The

Chet Raymo is professor of physics and astronomy at Stonehill College in Massachusetts. He is a convinced naturalist with a strong mystical bent. Few writers in our time are able to open up vistas of grandeur in the world of objects and entities as he does. In his book Skeptics and True Believers:The Exhilarating Connection between Science and Religion, he illustrates in his brilliant and inimitable style the marvels that are all around us in this universe.

Nobody listens anymore. I can't talk to the walls because they're yelling at me, I can't talk to my wife; she listens to the walls. I just want someone to hear what I have to say. And maybe if I talk long enough it'll make sense. And I want you to teach me to understand what I read.

A stranger is shot in the street, you hardly move to help. But if, half an hour before, you spent just ten minutes with the fellow and knew a little about him and his family, you might just jump in front of his killer and try to stop it. Really knowing is good. Not knowing, or refusing to know is bad, or amoral, at least. You can't act if you don't know.

We're going to meet a lot of lonely people in the next week and the next month and the next year. And when they ask us what we're doing, you can say, We're remembering. That's where we'll win out in the long run. And someday we'll remember so much that we'll build the biggest goddamn steamshovel in history and dig the biggest grave of all time and shove war in it and cover it up.

You're not like the others. I've seen a few; I know. When I talk, you look at me. When I said something about the moon, you looked at the moon, last night. The others would never do that. The others would walk off and leave me talking. Or threaten me. No one has time any more for anyone else. You're one of the few who put up with me. That's why I think it's so strange you're a fireman, it just doesn't seem right for you, somehow.

God, how we get our fingers in each other's clay. That's friendship, each playing the potter to see what shapes we can make of each other.

No person ever died that had a family.

I just want someone to hear what I have to say. And maybe if I talk long enough, it'll make sense.

Why the Egyptian, Arabic, Abyssinian, Choctaw? Well, what tongue does the wind talk? What nationality is a storm? What country do rains come from? What color is lightning? Where does thunder goe when it dies?

He glanced back at the wall. How like a mirror, too, her face. Impossible; for how many people did you know who reflected your own light to you? People were more often--he searched for a simile, found one in his work--torches, blazing away until they whiffed out. How rarely did other people's faces take of you and throw back to you your own expression, your own innermost trembling thought?

He stood breathing, and the more he breathed the land in, the more he was filled up with all the details of the land. He was not empty. There was more than enough here to fill him. There would always be more than enough.

Why love the woman who is your wife? Her nose breathes in the air of a world that I know; therefore I love that nose. Her ears hear music I might sing half the night through; therefore I love her ears. Her eyes delight in seasons of the land; and so I love those eyes. Her tongue knows quince, peach, chokeberry, mint and lime; I love to hear it speaking. Because her flesh knows heat, cold, affliction, I know fire, snow, and pain. Shared and once again shared experience.