Quotes About Connection

The space between the tears we cry is the laughter that keeps us coming back for more...

She looked out at the other trees, and she realised that her life was one of thousands, any one of which could have been her, she had grown wherever her life had taken her, she had drifted wherever the wind had blown her.

What is shared in common is infinitely more significant than what apparently divides.

Love and honor thy Mother, for she is the fruit that gives thou life.

If you can make the customer feel the way you do about your product, then your customer will buy your product.

The day you decide to lock yourself in your prayer closet to spend some quality time with the Lord in prayer — that is the day you will enter Heaven's classroom here on earth with the Holy Spirit as your Teacher.

Our fasting doesn't move God; it moves us to a place where we can receive from God.

So if you're reading this, and you know me, and I'm not dead yet, could you please come and rescue me?

True friendship comes when silence between two people is comfortable.

People come back to places that send them away.

If you are told that the king died and then the queen died, that is a sequence of events. If you are told that the king died and that the queen then died of grief, that is a story.

The friendship between my hand and this stone enacts an ancient and irrefutable eros, the kindredness of matter with itself.

Active, living speech is just such a gesture, a vocal gesticulation wherein the meaning is inseparable from the sound, the shape, and the rhythm of the words.

is the mountain that lends its gregarious power to the multiple elements of this place.

Yet few are as deep-rooted and damaging as the habitual tendency to view the sensuous earth as a subordinate space—whether as a sinful plane, riddled with temptation, needing to be transcended and left behind; or a menacing region needing to be beaten and bent to our will; or simply a vaguely disturbing dimension to be avoided, superseded, and explained away.

No matter how long I linger with any being, I cannot exhaust the dynamic enigma of its presence.

While persons brought up within literate culture often speak about the natural world, indigenous, oral peoples sometimes speak directly to that world, acknowledging certain animals, plants, and even landforms as expressive subjects with whom they might find themselves in conversation.

As breathing involves a continual oscillation between exhaling and inhaling, offering ourselves to the world at one moment and drawing the world into ourselves at the next, so sensory perception entails a like reciprocity, exploring the moss with our fingers while feeling the moss touching us back, at one moment gazing the mountains and at the next feeling ourselves seen, or sensed, from that distance Ã¢â'¬Â¦

Although we've lately come to associate gravity with heaviness, and so to think of it as having a strictly downward vector, nonetheless something rises up into us from the solid earth whenever we're in contact with it.

One's relation to one's house, in other words, is hardly a relation between a pure subject and a pure object—between an active intelligence, or mind, and a purely passive chunk of matter.

Breathing involves a continual oscillation between exhaling and inhaling, offering ourselves to the world at one moment and drawing the world into ourselves at the next...

Other animals, in a constant and mostly unmediated relation with their sensory surroundings, think with the whole of their bodies.

It was a though we'd been living for a year in a dense grove of old trees, a cluster of firs, each with its own rhythm and character, from whom our bodies had drawn not just shelter but perhaps even a kind of guidance as we grew into a family.

We are human only in contact, and conviviality, with what is not human.