Quotes About Connection

my gosh." Rhonda pressed a hand over her heart, and tears pooled in her eyes as she looked toward the door. "Eva." Coop walked over to meet Eva and Mike, who stood protectively beside her. "Are you . . . should you . . . can I . . . ?" Eva smiled. "Yes, I'm ready to be out. Yes, I should be here. And yes, you

Ethan didn't have a month in mind. While it shocked the hell out of him, one look and he'd been thinking forever. And after one night with Darcy Prescott in his bed, he wasn't sure forever would be enough.

Christ. How did it happen that in less than a week one small, stubborn redhead had managed to scrape away his insulating calluses, set his lifeblood flowing again, and force him to feel something other than numb?

You don't marry someone just because you're lonely and hope to fill a void in your life. You only marry them if there's a strong connection, a love for the ages, like the one you had with Mom. Otherwise, you end up being alone, even if you do marry." Her

I think of how sometimes God puts people together, maybe more often than we realize. We can disregard it, lie to ourselves, find the reasons why it's impractical. But something within the creation of them connects. I've been afraid of it. There is something fearful in revealing our true selves, allowing others to peer intimately inside. It takes such trust, and none of us are completely trustworthy.

It never ceases to amaze me how hard kneeling is - the joints complaining and my rational mind telling me that I'm too old and that God can hear my prayers from the comfort of my chair. Someday my knees may not let me up. Or I'll catch my death from the draft along the floor. The excuses are valid. Yet there is something amazing about kneeling, the humility and greatness of need that well up within me as I find my place there. It is my way to pray.

What comes from sorrow, watered by tears, grows something of beauty. A salt garden. And so this I leave behind. A harvest for those who find their way into my life and I into theirs.

You're crazy,' I say. 'Aye,' Logan says. 'Crazy about you.

Logan lowers his head close to mine. 'Just know this, Ivy Calhhoun,' he begins. 'If I werena a ghost I would open all door for you, properly.

People ate everyday, and often times they didn't pause when standing in the fresh produce section of the grocery store to realize the magnitude of God's earth that feeds them.

It's an odds-on favorite that if one laid enough Mormon genealogy charts end to end, one could prove either that all these fine families are related or that at least they've all laid each other end to end.

A broadcast about wolves, with recordings of their howls. What a language! The most heartrending I know, and I shall never forget it. From now on, in moments of excessive solitude, I need merely recall those sounds to have the sense of belonging to a community.

Love isn't a decision, it's a feeling. If we could decide who we love, it would be much simpler, but much less magical.

The love bank starts over every day. You have to fill it up for each other like yesterday didn't matter. Like tomorrow might not come. You have to give everything you have and not leave a single thing until tomorrow.

am i and you are you and we are both each other too

True love is rarely convenient. It usually strikes at the most inopportune moments. Rather like lightening. There's never a good time to be hit by that either. Bam. Too late to argue.

Never underestimate the joy of being married to the one man at the party who knows how to dance.

We all need to be seen, appreciated, encouraged, validated, listened to. And whether or not we've been lucky enough to get that from other people when we needed it, we can be that person for others, which in a way allows us to be that person we needed for ourselves. When we share our time and creativity, our life and story become entwined with the lives and the stories we touch.

She liked talking to him, and the rest was irrelevant. People changed over their lives after all, becoming thinner or heavier, balder or more grey. It was their essence that mattered most

but in spite of all that we still loved each other. You can't switch those feelings off.

rant to Yasmin as I thump out the text message to my boyfriend Stuart.

perhaps late twenties, trots over to him.

I press send on the text.

Being with him is like slipping on her favourite fleecy dressing gown and she worries that if she takes it off, she'll be cold and naked and vulnerable