Quotes About Connection

Family is not always about blood. Sometimes it's about who is there to hold your hand and support you when you need them.

Sometimes people come into your life. Not to love you.. But to make you feel you are worth loving.

I believe in Love, and I know I will find a love that was almost, never meant to be.

I'll always hold close to my heart." "The love that makes your eyes, beautiful and bright. For it is what makes me who I am.

I am wedded to you so closely, that I feel as if I were the same person. Our essences are one, our bodies and spirits being united, so, that I am drawn towards you as by magnetism, and wherever you are, there must my presence be with you.

In short, the greatest gift of relationship proves to be that as the result of encountering each other, we are obliged to grow larger than we had planned.

If we are not willing to risk all, again, then we are precluded from intimacy.

but I am further persuaded that sex (and its accompanying fantasy of romantic love) is now carrying the burden of much of our lost spirituality.

All of life is attachment and loss, an unavoidable, rhythmic exchange.

Nothing human is alien to me." But can that be true? Surely the I that I know and treasure, the I that I present to you, is free of the darker sides of human conduct.

Who I am, who you are, is the gift.

Generally speaking, people are drawn toward intimate relationships either because they are opposites who will compensate each other, or because they are complementary, which means that not only their conscious likes and dislikes line up, but their complexes as well.

Solitude can be defined as learning that we are not alone when we are alone. When we have achieved the stature of solitude, namely achieving a conscious relationship with ourselves, then we are freer to share ourselves with others, freer to receive their gifts in return and not be infantilized by the mutual archaic agenda of childhood, the agenda that covertly uses the other to provide for us.

Be kind. Everyone you meet has a very large problem.

This business of really knowing people, deep down, including your own self, it is not something you can learn in school or from a book. It takes your whole being to do it—your eyes and your ears, your brain and your heart. Maybe your heart most of all.

And it seemed to him then that every human was always looking for himself, in bars, in railway trains, in offices, in mirrors, in love, especially in love, for the self of him that is there, someplace, in every other human. Love was not to give oneself, but find oneself, describe oneself.

But thats not love, he thought, thats not what she wants, nor what any of them want, they do not want you to find yourself in them, they want instead that you should lose yourself in them. And yet, he thought, they are always trying to find themselves in you.

Being in love made you especially vulnerable.

Maybe you'll remember me then." "I'll remember you." "Will you? Will you remember me tomorrow?" "Yes. Next week, too." "Will you remember me a month from now?" "Yes." "I dont believe it." "But I will though. Truly I will." "All right. I believe you. I know I'll remember you.

Nobody ever lied about being lonely.

I love to touch you," Karen whispered, "to cuddle you, be fondled by you, love you. But it always leads to sex. You'll never know the times I've wanted to touch you, but not done it, because it always leads to sex.

Two people who have meant as much to each other as we have dont fade out of each other's lives," Karen said. "Of course they dont," Warden said. "They cant.

Letters, like long-distance phone calls, could never convince him of the existence of another human far away existing in this same present he existed in. In reality, Violet did not exist until he saw her, then she began again where she had left off before. In-between she existed only in his mind, and how can you write a letter to your own imagination?

once in a dream somewhere, sometime, someplace, they had managed for a moment to touch another human soul and understand it.