Quotes About Connection

Don't say we're not right for each other because the way I see it, we might not be right for anyone else...

My two daughters live on Facebook, and social media is their mode of communication.

Back in our silences and sullen looks, for all the Scotch we drink, what's still between us not the thirty or so years, but books, books, books.

One guy, seeing that I was hungry, insisted on buying me a huge lunch and when I thanked him for his kindness, he simply said, 'Pass it on.' I liked this selfless concept - repay me by rewarding someone else entirely with a generous dollop of goodwill.

I was born into the wrong generation. How I would have loved to have been a dashing young man in the 1930s and 1940s when dance bands and orchestras played at dancehalls, and you could hold your partner close and whisper sweet nothings as you waltzed into her heart.

That made him and Highhawk related on their less important paternal side.

country bumps into the Jicarilla Apache

Everything is connected. The wing of the corn beetle affects the direction of the wind, the way the sand drifts, the way the light reflects into the eye of man beholding his reality. All is part of totality, and in this totality man finds his hozro, his way of walking in harmony, with beauty all around him.

Memorize places," his uncle had told him. "Settle your eyes on a place and learn it. See it under the snow, and when first grass is growing, and as the rain falls on it. Feel it and smell it, walk on it, touch the stones, and it will be with you forever. When you are far away, you can call it back. When you need it, it is there, in your mind.

The red light changed the color of her shirt, and her faded jeans, and her face. Her hair was disheveled, her expression intent, and, taken all together, she looked absolutely beautiful to Jim Chee. It would be a lot better, he thought, if friends didn't look like that.

Maxine, back from a weekend with her boyfriend, smiles like a big cat and says that she's a conjugated verb. She's been doing the direct object with a second person pronoun named Phil

In a world where, as one poet says, "people speak to each other mostly for profit," it is exhilarating to listen to a voice that is practicing disclosure without seeking advantage. That is intimate.

O'Hara famously said that a poem was something one wrote instead of making a phone call to a friend, and his poems are indeed as conversational and friendly as phone calls.

There are people one knows and people one doesn't. One shouldn't cheapen the former by feigning intimacy with the latter.

six human needs and they are: contribution, growth, connection, significance, uncertainty, and certainty.

our quality of life is the quality of communication

There are two ways," he told me, "and they are love and not love. I choose love.

I'm not religious, but I like God and he likes me.

I don't know what will happen to me without you. Only you. Only you love me. Out of everyone in the world.

Harper: You, the one part of the real world I wasn't allergic to.

The smallest indivisible human unit is two people, not one; one is a fiction. From such nets of souls societies, the social world, human life springs.

The body is the garden of the soul.

I'm not religious, but I like God and he likes me.

Speak then, dear lady. I am a field of corn." "Field of corn?" "All ears.