Quotes About Connection

Parent time is like fairy time but real. It is magic without pixie dust and spells. It defies physics without bending the laws of time and space.

But by the time those acquaintances became close friends, it was too late. Perhaps there was a perfect moment in between, when you were close enough to tell but not so close it was problematic that you hadn't done so already, but it was infinitesimal, too fleet and fleeting to pin down, visible not even in hindsight.

It was like when your car spins out on an icy road, and your senses turn up so high that time seems to slow because you notice everything, and you just sit in your spinning car waiting, waiting to see if you're, going to die. He couldn't loos at her because every sense and every fraction of a moment and every atom of his body was being in love with her. It was weird.

It was like when your car spins out on an icy road, and your senses turn up so high that time seems to slow because you notice everything, and you just sit in your spinning car waiting, waiting to see if you're going to die. He couldn't look at her because every sense and every fraction of a moment and every atom of his body was being in love with her. It was weird.

Feeling loved = being loved. That's all.

Later, much later, she said the same, that it was love pre first sight, that she'd walked around that whole morning and afternoon somehow knowing that this would be the last first date of her life. Whereas this had made him nervous as hell, it had made her calm. Whereas he'd felt impatient with the small talk, she knew they had all the time in the world.

intricate motives, and complicated plots intimately. You live a book for weeks at a time, carrying it around in your bag, thinking about its characters like friends, worrying about their worries as your own. Not so short stories because as soon as you get to know the characters and voices and plots and complications, they're over. Resolved or unresolved, clear or still completely obfuscated, either way, there's nothing more . . . unless you're

You could sit down with another mom, even one halfway around the world whose life was very different from your own, and find easy conversation, shared spirit,

Ce anume ne lipse?te de la cei dragi pe care îi cunoa?tem atât de bine,încât am putea s? termin?m frazele în locul lor ?i s? gândim gândurile lor negândite?

That was how, whatever else they were, Claude and Poppy became Buddhists for life.

Date someone who sleeps instead, someone who thinks slowly and deeply and talks in words that don't need to be memorized from flash cards.

That's what all stories want. They want to get out, get told, get heard. Otherwise, what's the point of stories? They want to help little boys go to sleep. They want to help stubborn mamas fall in love with dads. They want to teach people things and make them laugh and cry.

firm believer in knowing people by knowing what they read, holding their favorite words in your mouth, running curious fingers along the spines of their books.

It's nice when people have needs you can meet.

You have to tell. It can't be a secret. Secrets make everyone alone.

He knew what people wanted in a mate. All of them. Every one. So far as Sam could tell they may have found it in the damnedest places but everyone wanted the same things in a partner. Kind. Funny. Hot. Fun. Smart. And totally in love.

So the intent was clearly focused: friendship, laughter, food.

He could say it,' Roo explained, and his mother was surprised to hear his voice, 'and it wouldn't matter. For just a minute, it was like we didn't all have to be carrying around this crazy secret.' Rosie and Penn found themselves looking at Ben as if he were the one who could tell them whether all this was true or just boyish bullshittery. 'Secrets are heavy things,' he said, absolving neither his brothers nor his parents.

I walked barefoot — the only way to walk on a muddy road.

That means anyone can serve the Earth, humankind and all life by spending time (every day, once a week, once a month), alone or in groups, concentrating their prodigious energies to help others. This can be accomplished through chanting, meditating, drumming, visualizing or whatever serves best. And while doing good deeds (volunteering, being active for affirmative change) is important, purposefully manifesting through positive, concentrated intention is vital to this transition.

Of all the things I wish for her, above all, I want her to know and love the sea.

When someone we know is hurting, it's our instinct to want them to get better––first, for themselves, and also because our inability to assist leaves us feeling helpless.

Empathy connects us to another person's experience without judgment.

Breathing is our primary nonverbal language.