Quotes About Connection

When you're in a family, it's not clear where one person's story begins and another person's story ends" -Autumn

La soledad es un estado interior que puede practicarse, incluso, estando con otra gente, cree.

Sólo un solitario es capaz de estar al lado de otro sin sentir la necesidad, la obligación y el derecho, de poseerlo ni de cambiarlo.

Un pacto tácito de frases hechas encadenadas, palabras que iban llenando el silencio, con el propósito de ni siquiera tener que hablar del silencio.

En cualquier caso, el enamoramiento también es cuestión de fe.

Así sucede con los grandes personajes de la literatura, siempre encontramos un punto, una arista, un gesto donde podemos ser ellos.

Así sucede con los grandes personajes de la literatura, siempre encontramos un punto, una arista, un gesto donde podemos ser ellos. O al menos podemos ponernos en su lugar.

Lo sentí cercano, hay mucha gente que no es ciega y, de todos modos, no quiere ver. Quizá tomándoles la mano lo logren

Quisiera, cuando terminen mis días en la Tierra, sorprenderme con que sí hay algo más. Un lugar creado por el dios que sea, de la religión que sea. O por nosotros. Un lugar donde encontrarnos otra vez y para siempre. Puede ser el aire, o el agua, un atardecer o el corazón de los que quedan vivos. Que a ese "dios", o como quieran llamarlo, cada uno le construya su propia catedral.

Y me sorprendió esa complementariedad que manteníamos a pesar de no entender por qué seguíamos juntos. Funcionábamos como si se hubiera perdido casi todo lo que alguna vez nos sostuvo, excepto la minuciosa y tácita distribución de roles y tareas que seguía apuntalando lo que habíamos armado juntos con voluntad más que con cualquier otra pasión o sentimiento.

Cairn Stone This is the rock he lifted to lay upon a cairn in a high place. This rock, warmed by the near sun, felt right, somehow, in his hand. He decided to carry it down to his mother, who lay in bed, recovering. It is so easy to please a mother. Just to think of her for a moment, from a high place, and to carry that thought to her in the form of a stone.

context is not meaning.

Words work as release--well-oiled doors opening and closing between intention, gesture.

The worst injury is feeling you don't belong so much to you—

Words work as release—well-oiled doors opening and closing between intention, gesture. A pulse in a neck, the shiftiness of the hands, an unconscious blink, the conversations you have with your eyes translate everything and nothing. What will be needed, what goes unfelt, unsaid—what has been duplicated, redacted here, redacted there, altered to hide or disguise—words encoding the bodies they cover. And despite everything the body remains.

Why are we here if not for each other?

To converse is to risk the unraveling of the said and the unsaid.

I was allowing myself to have too much presence in his imagination,

All living is listening for a throat to open-- The length of its silence shaping lives. When he opened his mouth to speak, his speech was what was written in the silence, the length of the silence becoming a living.

The murkiness as we exist alongside each other calls us forward. I don't want to forget that I am here; at any given moment we are, each of us, next to any other capable of both the best and the worst our democracy has to offer.

A song can be more than words and music ... when sung with soul a song carries you to another world, to a place where no matter how much pain you feel, you are never alone.

Love others and as you do, that love will return to you.

Intimate, loving, and enduring relationships with our family and close friends will be among the sources of the deepest joy in our lives.

Such clubs and bars offered the perfect "third place," neither home nor work, where I could go to unwind and socialize. I wasn't ready to give that up.