Quotes About Connection

Target a specific moment and then challenge yourself: How can I elevate it? Spark insight? Boost the sense of connection? Life is full of "form letter in an envelope" moments, waiting to be transformed into something special.

What Shamu Taught Me About a Happy Marriage," became the most e-mailed article on the Times website in 2006, and it led to a book on the same topic.

That's what sticky ideas do—they make people feel something. Change comes from feeling, not facts.

That's a moment of shared meaning. It instills not the pride of individual accomplishment, but the profound sense of connection that comes from subordinating ourselves to a greater mission. After the All-Staff Assembly

This is important. This is real. We're in this together. And what we're doing matters.

Nonresponsiveness is corrosive.

The most basic way to make people care is to form an association between something they don't yet care about and something they do care about. We

If you attempt to build intimacy with a person before you've done the hard work of becoming a whole and healthy person, every relationship will be an attempt to complete the hole in your heart and the lack of what you don't have. That relationship will end in disaster."[1]

Love says, "I'm with you, let's deal with it.

Be absorbed in what your customer is saying; be inspired by what your customer is meaning.

Partnership elasticity stretches the relationship so it can breathe, grow, and expand.

Innovation dances to the sweet sound of a banjo. Banjo behavior makes people want to jump up and join in.

There's an important middle piece to the puzzle: Listening means actively seeking to understand another person. That's why we say it's a contact sport. Listening without contact, listening without a dramatic connection, is like looking without seeing.

Southern California, they have been amazing. They're totally with us.

It's communication - that's what theatre is all about.

they say in the old tales that when a man and woman exchange looks the way we did, their spirits mingle. their gaze is a rope of gold binding each other. even if they never meet again, they carry a little of the other with them always. they can never forget, and they can never be wholly happy again

May your heart be mine, may my heart be yours. May your sorrows be mine, may my joys be yours.

Love. There's no argument, no matter how strong, that can overcome that word.

Loving someone so deeply was dangerous. It made you too vulnerable.

I closed my eyes and willed my breath to slow, my conscious mind to fold itself inward. I could feel heat pulsing from my daughter's head, her frantic thoughts whirling like broken glass. I loosened my hold on my body and dropped into that whirlpool.

It didn't drain me as I thought it might. Instead, it invigorated me. Such was love's magic—the giver gained more than the receiver.

Every person has a heart, but we're not always lucky enough to get a glimpse of it. And every heart, even the hardest, has a fragile spot. If you hit it there, it shatters.

In the things we love lie clues to who we are. What we want for those we love.

My mother clutches at the collar of my shirt. I rub her back and feel her tears on my neck. It's been decades since our bodies have been this close. It's an odd sensation, like a torn ligament knitting itself back, lumpy and imperfect, usable as long as we know not to push it too hard.