Quotes About Connection

And in the dream I knew that he was goin on ahead and that he was fixin to make a fire somewhere out there in all that dark and all that cold and I knew that whenever I got there he would be there. And then I woke up.

That the boy was all that stood between him and death.

He tried to read her heart in her handclasp but he knew nothing.

Nobody comes with names. You give them names so that you can find them in the dark.

I would like to belong but I dont.

That he could not enkindle in the heart of the child what was ashes in his own.

I think our time is up. I know. Hold my hand. Hold your hand? Yes. I want you to. All right. Why? Because that's what people do when they're waiting for the end of something.

They slept huddled together in the rank quilts in the dark and the cold. He held the boy close to him. So thin. My heart, he said. My heart.

If I didnt have her I dont know what I would have. Well, yes I do. You wouldnt need a box to put it in, neither.

Él le cogió la mano y cruzaron la calle hasta el hotel. Intentó leerle el corazón en el apretón de su mano, pero no adivinó nada.

Your old man called me. He wanted you to call home. People in hell want ice water.

If I'm not here you can still talk to me. You can talk to me and I'll talk to you. You'll see.

Live by yourself and you bound to talk yourself and when ye commence that folks start it up that you're light in the head. But I reckon it's all right to talk to a dog since most folks do even if a dog don't understand and cain't answer if he did.

The woman when she saw him put her arms around him and held him. Oh, she said, I am so glad to see you. She would talk to him sometimes about God. He tried to talk to God but the best thing was to talk to his father and he did talk to him and he didn't forget. The woman said that was all right. She said that the breath of God was his breath yet though it pass from man to man through all of time.

There's a way to train a horse where when you get done you've got the horse. On his own ground. A good horse will figure things out on his own. You can see what's in his heart. He wont do one thing while you're watching him and another when you aint. He's all of a piece. When you've got a horse to that place you cant hardly get him to do somethin he knows is wrong. He'll fight you over it. And if you mistreat him it just about kills him. A good horse has justice in his heart.

He kicked holes in the sand for the boy's hips and shoulders where he would sleep and he sat holding him while he tousled his hair before the fire to dry it. All of this like some ancient anointing. So be it. Evoke the forms. Where you've nothing else construct ceremonies out of the air and breathe upon them.

Things separate from their stories have no meaning.

every man is tabernacled in every other, and he in exchange and so on in an endless complexity of being and witness to the uttermost edge of the world.

At the farther edge of the town they came upon a solitary house in a field and they crossed and entered and walked through the rooms. They came upon themselves in a mirror and he almost raised the pistol. It's us, Papa, the boy whispered. It's us.

Do you think horses understand what people say? I aint sure most people do.

All things of grace and beauty such that one holds them to one's heart have a common provenance in pain.

Life is being in bed with you. Everything else is just waiting.

A person who had no one would be well advised to cobble together some passable ghost.

woman said that was all right. She said that the breath of God was his breath yet though it pass from man to man through all of time.