Quotes About Connection

Even natural wonders aren't what they used to be, because nothing can be experienced without commentary. In the 1950s, we worried about how TV would affect our culture. Now our entire lives are a terrible talk show that we can't turn off. It often feels like we're struggling to find ourselves and each other in a crowded, noisy room. We are plagued, around the clock, by the shouting and confusion and fake intimacy of the global community, mid-nervous breakdown.

Being raw means connecting to other people's trials and noticing how we all have to find our own answers; we all have to learn how to show up and breathe without grasping for something to deliver us from our own pain. When you resist your own rawness and pain, you only create more pain for yourself.

I couldn't just love someone and be loved back. That was too easy. That didn't feel right. I was more familiar with dissatisfaction.

Face-to-face, real-time connection to others feels fraught and awkward compared to the safe distance of digital communication. We maintain intimate virtual contact with strangers but seem increasingly isolated from our closest friends and family members.

Our culture exerts a constant pressure on us that severs our relationship to ourselves and each other.

It takes work sometimes, to love the people you trust, and to trust the people you love.

Marriage can't always be about living your best lives in sync. Because some of the peak moments of a marriage are when you share in your insecurities, your anxieties, your fears, and your longing.

Come here, Cal," she says real gentle, and I come close. Read me something." I open up the book I'm holding, a new one brought this very day. Just chicken scratch, I used to figure, but now I see what's truly there, and I read a little out. That's gift enough," she says, and smiles so big, it makes me smile right back.

When you really love someone, you see all their mess and their brokenness and you love them anyway. In fact, seeing all of that sort of makes you love them more.

We're called to speak to people to whom we often don't feel like speaking; to refrain from surrounding ourselves with people "just like us," whose thoughts, ideas, and actions we can more or less manage and control; to share not just with the poor, but with the rich, the mediocre, the irritating, the Republicans, the Democrats, because we never know who the poor are. We never know whose heart is hemorrhaging. We never know who needs a kind work, a smile, a helping hand.

I didn't want to hear that people lived happily ever after. I wanted to know that other people suffered, too.

Looking out over the water, I spotted him right away,straddling his board. He was only a dot, but I would have known him anywhere.I thought of the shape of his hands,the hollow at the base of his spine,the way my heart had never stopped skipping a beat at the sound of his voice, and I realized it was the kind of loss- because I knew now that the thing I wanted more than anything in the world not to go fully wrong could- from which I would never fully recover. And I'm not sure I ever fully have.

the opposite of holding on is participating in something larger than ourselves.

There is something about burying a friend that makes you want to declare what is most important to you in life, and if you're fortunate, that is true love.

It's as if we are all moving through this world on a big old ship, holding on to one another as we cruise up the generous river of life. The water that floats us is always new, yet it flows in the same direction, over the same old sand.

Do we feel God's presence because we are looking for him, or do we feel it because he is looking for us?

Our hearts are every bit as malleable as stardust turned to gold. Loving one another polishes them.

All the objects you gifted me cannot replace your love.

Although our love was not quite devine the loss of it made me devine with empathy for you.

As the dark sets in deep within my spark of heart favours yours.

Born Into Reality Towards Heaven this is your birth right because we were all born from the same source and because we were born into our bodies. Therefore everyone is ascended equally.

Every note heard is spoken first in your heart.

Every word you speak is a love that reverberates my soul.

Giah is like the vine that allows us to grape. We are not even the root but Giah has roots and chooses where they drink so that we can flower into a vineyard. But Giah is also a grape to our vine because Giah cannot be our being because however beautiful our vineyard grows our roots are too shallow to support her. That is why we need to work on our thoughts and ascend her roots to reach the wine that quenches us and sore on her through endless time.