Quotes About Connection

Io suuicien lui damo amo, she said softly. You are here in place of the friends I love.

She watched him a while longer and then shut her eyes again. And even though she knew her hand was tucked beneath her cheek and he was on the far side of the room, the instant she closed her eyes he was there beside her again, his hands crossed on his chest and her hand held tightly under them, pressed safely against his heart. Who

what the hell is 'emotional bonding,' anyway? It sounds like something out of Fifty Shades of Grey.

For want of a nail, the shoe was lost. For want of a shoe, the horse was lost. For want of a horse, the rider was lost.

not come to feel his own goodness, worth and lovableness because those significant persons in his life were not present to him with the full attention of their whole being.

in that moment, Mairie knew she wasn't just falling in love w/ this man. She was free falling. It was terminal velocity.

In the language of an actor, to know is synonymous with to feel

Was that what people learned between the stars? To care for other people very much indeed and to spring upon them only to reveal love and not devouring to their prey?

What would you do if I died? If you died I would want to die too. So you could be with me? Yes. So I could be with you. Okay.

You have my whole heart. You always did. You're the best guy. You always were.

The closest bonds we will ever know are bonds of grief. The deepest community one of sorrow.

He could not construct for the child's pleasure the world he'd lost without constructing the loss as well and he thought perhaps the child had known this better than he.

What business is it of yours where I'm from, friendo?

Things separate from their stories have no meaning. They are only shapes. Of a certain size and color. A certain weight. When their meaning has become lost to us they no longer have even a name. The story on the other hand can never be lost from its place in the world for it is that place.

He poured the tumbler full. Drink up, he said. The world goes on. We have dancing nightly and this night is no exception. The straight and the winding way are one and now that you are here what do the years count since last we two met together? Men's memories are uncertain and the past that was differs little from the past that was not.

The one thing I can tell you is that you wont survive for yourself. I know because I would never have come this far. A person who had no one would be well advised to cobble together some passable ghost. Breathe it into being and coax it along with words of love. Offer it each phantom crumb and shield it from harm with your body. As for me my only hope is for eternal nothingness and I hope it with all my heart.

I look for the words, Professor. I look for the words because I believe that the words is the way to your heart.

But I will tell you Squire that having read even a few dozen books in common is a force more binding than blood.

Maybe it's like Mac says. Ever man winds up with the horse that suits him.

Finally he said that among men there was no such communion as among horses and the notion that men can be understood at all was probably an illusion.

Things separate from their stories have no meaning. They are only shapes.

Every man's death is standing in for every other. And since death comes to all there is no way to abate the fear of it except to love the man who stands for us.

There were times when he sat watching the boy sleep that he would begin to sob uncontrollably but it wasn't about death. He wasn't sure what it was about but he thought it was about beauty or goodness. Things that he'd no longer any way to think about at all.

They came upon themselves in a mirror and he almost raised the pistol. It's us, Papa, the boy whispered. It's us.