Quotes About Connection

Okay, she said. What are the nodal points? Laney looked at the bubbles on the surface of his beer. It's like seeing things in clouds, Laney said. Except the things you see are really there.

Because she was dead, and I'd let her go. Because, now, she was immortal, and I'd helped her get that way. And because I knew she'd phone me, in the morning.

He found himself wondering about the mind he shared these sensations with. What did he know about her?

It had always felt to me as though Washington, D.C., to Boston was one span of stuff. You never really leave Springsteenland, you're just in this unbroken highway and strip-mall landscape.

So you see, Case, you need us. You need us as badly as you did when we scraped you up from the gutter.

The act of connection produces a fork in causality, the new branch causally unique. A stub, as we call them.

I dislike calling them stubs," Lowbeer said. "They're short because we've only just initiated them, by reaching into the past and making that first contact. We should call them branches, as they literally are.

her gaze had tracked the brass plaque automatically—"La mariée mise à nu par ses célibataires, même.

Everything, today, is to some extent the reflection of something else.

The greatest pleasure is not - say - sex or geometry. It is just understanding. And if you can get people to understand their own humanity - well, that's the job of the writer.

There ought to be some mode of life where all love is good, where one love can't compete with another but adds to it.

I do think that art that doesn't communicate is useless.

Iti spun un lucru. Ce este mai apropiat decat fratele de frate, mama de copil?Ce este mai apropiat decat mana de gura, gandul de minte? E viziunea, Roger. Nu ma astept ca tu sa intelegi asta... -Dar pricep,mai incape vorba! Jocelin isi inalta chipul si deodata zambi: -Chiar intelegi? -Dar vine clipa in care viziunea nu mai e decat jocul copilului de-a-sa-zicem. -Aha! Clatina din cap, incet, atent; si luminile plutira. -Atunci nu intelegi deloc. Deloc.

Caminaron juntos, como dos universos distintos de experiencias y sentimientos, incapaces de comunicarse.

Yet I was wound up. I tick. I exist. I am poised eighteen inches over the black rivets you are reading, I am in your place, I am shut in a bone box and trying to fasten myself on the white paper. The rivets join us together and yet for all the passion we share nothing but our sense of division.

All the warm salt water of the bathing pool and the shouting and splashing and laughing were only just sufficient to bring them together again.

Sen biliyordun deÄŸil mi? Sizlerin bir parças? olduÄŸumu biliyordun? Sizlere öyle yak?n, öyle yak?n, öyle yak?n?m ki! Her ÅŸeyin bozuk gitmesinin nedeniyim ben. Bunu biliyorsun, deÄŸil mi?

Other people could stand up and speak to an assembly, apparently, without that dreadful feeling of the pressure of personality; could say what they would as though they were speaking to only one person.

Lo sapevi no? .. che io sono una parte di te? Vieni vicino, vicino, vicino. Che io sono la ragione per cui non c'è niente da fare? Per cui le cose vanno come vanno? La risata echeggiò di nuovo. Su disse il Signore delle Mosche .. torna dagli altri, e dimenticheremo tutto quanto.

They were reminded of their personal sorrows; and perhaps felt themselves to share in a sorrow that was universal.

Tú lo sabías, verdad? ¿Que soy parte de ti? ¡Caliente, caliente, caliente! ¿Que soy la causa de que todo salga mal? ¿De que las cosas sean como son?

Death cannot stop true love. All it can do is delay it for a while.

Mawwage. Mawwage is what bwings us together today.

Westley and I are joined by the bond of love and you cannot track that, not with a thousand bloodhounds, and you cannot break it, not with a thousand swords.