Quotes About Connection

Can officially confirm that the way to a man's heart these days is not through beauty, food, sex, or alluringness of character, but merely the ability to seem not very interested in him.

When someone loves you it's like having a blanket all round your heart...

A world without love is a deadly place.

People live for love. They kill for love. They die for love. They have songs, poems, novels, sculptures, paintings, myths, legends. It's one of the most powerful brain systems on Earth for both great joy and great sorrow.

Romantic love is an obsession. It possesses you. You lose your sense of self. You can't stop thinking about another human being.

Romantic love is not an emotion. … It's a drive. It comes from the motor of the mind, the wanting part of the mind, the craving part of the mind.

Men don't need linguistic talent; they just need courage and words.

We need food. We need water. We need warmth. And the lover feels he/she needs the beloved. Plato had it right over two thousand years ago. The god of love "lives in a state of need."41

Scientists are beginning to pinpoint the brain regions that become active when one feels fusion with a "higher power," such as God.36 Perhaps this brain region is also involved in love.

We keep stuff in order to hang on to what's important, but it's an illusion ... These objects are not bridges to the past, they're bridges to memories of the past. But they are not the past.

The man was staring directly at him now, a curious expression on his face, half smiling, half quizzical. Instantly Eager had a sense of certainty far deeper than anything he had experienced so far. "I have it too!" he exclaimed. "I am a part of this Earth, aren't I? Just like the birds and the trees and the people - I am." "Om." said his companion. Unseen by them, a blossom fell.

It was all there. I wanted to live in this land. I had to live there, and master the language.

We were opposites in every way until we grew up, left home, and discovered we were more alike than we'd thought. Sisters only get to be opposites within the family; separated by the world, they become practically identical.

Families always bind loved ones in ways both supportive and constrictive.

When a marriage works, nothing on earth can take its place.

When, in the street, I see a mother walking with her grown-up daughter, I can hardly bear to witness the mother's pride, the softening of her face, her incredulous joy at being granted her daughter's company; and the iron discipline she imposes on herself, to muffle and conceal this joy.

It was the sad privilege of blood relations to love him despite all.

sometimes, we touch each other. No one else gets that close to me. He behaves

More and more I am learning to let go of urgency and to let my soul sink deeply and refreshingly into contemplation of the joy of the Spirit.

Whatever it was that possessed him, he wouldn't have said it was love for that was a word outside his vocabulary. He just felt what he felt and the wind seemed less bitter and the sun brighter because of it.

Never fail to know that if you are doing all the talking, you are boring somebody.

We live in a very tense society. We are pulled apart... and we all need to learn how to pull ourselves together.... I think that at least part of the answer lies in solitude.

There is only one terminal dignity -- love.

Love is perhaps the only glimpse we are permitted of eternity.