Quotes About Connection

Caulfield: In the past, here's how you'd forecast the weather: pick up your phone; call someone west of you; have them open a window. In the present, you open a window on your phone. Frazz: In the future, no one goes outdoors.

Why does the orange blossom kiss the breeze? Because the breeze first kisses the orange blossom.

Wind tries to show Tree how to run wild. Tree: "I cannot leave this place." Wind: "Then let's dance."

A wink is a little piece of your heart, a type of smile, a special link.

Wink at the world today.

Happiness is — winking at someone.

A writer out of loneliness is trying to communicate like a distant star sending signals. He isn't telling or teaching or ordering. Rather he seeks to establish a relationship of meaning, of feeling, of observing. We are lonesome animals. We spend all life trying to be less lonesome. One of our ancient methods is to tell a story begging the listener to say — and to feel — "Yes, that's the way it is, or at least that's the way I feel it. You're not as alone as you thought."

...a writer is, by trade, a talkative fellow on paper and appreciates an audience.

Ink and paper are sometimes passionate lovers, oftentimes brother and sister, and occasionally mortal enemies.

Love letters and poems aren't the least bit difficult to write, if you write directly from your heart into the ink and don't channel through your brain first.

Nothing begins, and nothing ends, That is not paid with moan; For we are born in others' pain, And perish in our own.

Half of my heart is deployed.

Missing someone gets easier every day because even though it's one day further from the last time you saw each other, it's one day closer to the next time you will.

What anguish gushes from the heart The quivering lip will tell, When "two fond souls" are call'd to part And far from each other dwell.

When I go away from you The world beats dead Like a slackened drum. I call out for you against the jutted stars And shout into the ridges of the wind. Streets coming fast, One after the other, Wedge you away from me, And the lamps of the city prick my eyes So that I can no longer see your face. Why should I leave you, To wound myself upon the sharp edges of the night?

A house needs a grandma in it.

A grandfather is someone with silver in his hair and gold in his heart.

It is one of nature's ways that we often feel closer to distant generations than to the generation immediately preceding us.

If nothing is going well, call your grandmother.

The best place to be when you're sad is Grandpa's lap.

No cowboy was ever faster on the draw than a grandparent pulling a baby picture out of a wallet.

On the green they watched their sons Playing till too dark to see, As their fathers watched them once, As my father once watched me...

Grandparents are a delightful blend of laughter, caring deeds, wonderful stories, and love.

My favorite place to be is snuggled up in your heart.