Quotes About Connection

Brothers and sisters should never be in the same family.

We all need someone to kiss us goodbye

Hello, Sally? Let me talk to Chuck, will you?" "I think he's lost in the woods." "I know what you mean, but let me talk to him, will you?

Nothing echoes like an empty mailbox.

Mi vuoi più bene di quanto te ne voglio io, Ciccio? Non so… Tu mi vuoi più bene di quanto te ne voglio io? Non facciamo giochi da innamorati, Ciccio!

Paranoia is just a kind of awareness, and awareness is just a form of love.

When you laugh...I want to smile. And when you cry...' She brushed the tears off of my face. 'I want the tears to roll down my cheeks.' She shook her head once, whispering, 'I'm not leaving you...won't.

Ashley tried to speak. Tried again and still could not find the words. Finally she wiped her eyes, pressed her ear to my chest, and whispered. 'Give me all the pieces.

As strange as it sounds, broken people are fixed by other broken people. It's God's economy.

Love is a choice. It's a decision.' She told us, 'It flows into, through, and out of each person like a river. If you try to stop it, it'll sneak around until It finds another heart and breaks through.

All hearts have but one request. One simple, unspoken, undeniable need. One undeniable fear. "To be known.

There is more hunger for love and appreciation in this world than for bread.

Words that soak into your ears are whispered, not yelled.

Identity does not grow out of action until it has taken root in belonging.

Since that moment, I'd bought into the idea that isolation would ease my pain and indifference was the remedy for rejection. Clarity was quick in coming. Isolation is a prison and indifference is a lie. Neither work.

We all lose our way. Sometimes it just takes somebody else to find us and bring us back. Remind us.

A change in paperwork [birth certificate] can't erase words stamped on the human heart.

O amor faz destas coisas. Nomeia o inominável e confere voz ao silêncio

Stripped bare, the human soul has one real desire: to know and be known.

More than that, I liked being known, and for the first time in my life, I was known by another. I'm not saying I liked what she knew about me, not proud of the bits and pieces, but somehow she was standing inside my skin and yet I didn't experience shame at her reflection.

Life is a series of hellos and goodbyes. This... is goodbye. But not out last hello.

Maybe only an orphan can understand this, but we had been cut free from our anchor and the blow was crushing. We didn't know who we were, and more importantly, we didn't know whose we were -- forever proving that identity precedes purpose. You can't know who you are until you've settled whose you are. [Bones, to Murphy Shepherd, about himself and his brother Frank]

This whole exchange is better when two people do it. it's called 'kissing'. It's when your lips speak what your heart feels. Or have you forgotten how? I laughed. I might have. It's been a long time.

if anything in this universe reflects the fingerprint of God, it is the human heart.