Quotes About Connection

I saw her future in my body and face, and her past was alive in me.

Remembering place is significant, and that includes each visitor to a place, insect, plant, animal, or the passing shadow of a cloud in golden sunlight.

Our flesh has never been a boundary for the human being. We only reach out from there to occupy the space around us. Even more significantly, it occupies us.

A bird killed in the name of human power is in truth a loss of power from the world, not an addition to it.

the important question is not whether all rocks are alive but whether specific humans relate appropriately (respectfully) with specific rocks

Stories are for people what water is for plants.

Walking by Stolen Creek the meaning of its name forgotten, the word remembered. Whatever happened here is recalled in another time and it's remembered inside the stolen self that my blood river passes through in thin and beautiful veins, not gold but only a mere human heartbeat, a circle of people standing, talking, making their plans as water passes by. Something, someone is still alive, telling. They think these are only stories not what holds the world together in its balance.

And then we heard the train from a long ways off. It was how sound traveled her, where sometimes a sound from miles away seemed close at hand, and at other times a person in the same room sounded far away, distant and remote.

Those who loved Ruth--so many--touched her hand, her shoulder, held her lightly, but no one could read the world inside other human bones. They could touch the skin and not feel the grief and pain it held only a skin's-width away.

Do you want to know why men name their penis? So the most important decisions in their life aren't made by a stranger.

The poet W. B. Yeats wrote the famous line: "Things fall apart; the centre cannot hold." I would suggest that the problem is not that the center cannot hold, but that humans are unaware of the center, unaware of their innermost essence, which is the spiritual dimension of life.

You have to treat everyone you meet as if they are the most important person in the world - because they are. If not to you, then to someone, and if not today, then perhaps tomorrow.

Perhaps the greatest lesson she'd learned was that the quality of one's relationships had less to do with time spent together than with the manner in which it was spent.

the suppression of self-interested emotion actually inhibits true connection. Peace, love, and compassion can create social disharmony when worn like masks to cover unresolved anger, fear, sadness, and depression.

Écrire, disait [Georges Perros], c'est renoncer au monde en implorant le monde de ne pas renoncer à nous. (p. 37)

Without a word, Carolyn held him...for a long, long time. Then, presently, she stood up, took hold of his hand and led him back to her bed, where she proceeded to put him back together again, piece by piece.

Nothing can quite take the place of reading a good book out loud together. It can be calming, comforting, and inspiring. It is a powerful opportunity to bond and share in the delight of a good story.

The drumbeat in your blood is the voice of your ancestors. Let the drum speak.

I was the kind of girl who liked to go down by the ocean and hold hands. I still am.

I would travel only by horse, if I had the choice.

We are really on top of one another at the moment and I think it is amazing how we stay so close. Maybe that's the test. Why not totally put yourself together, rather than always wonder whether you actually like each other?

I think that if we can find the words, and if we can find someone to tell them to, then perhaps we can see things differently. But I had no words, and I had nobody. - 153

She held me. I held her. We were one. (230)

You can make yourself believe that someone can look into your eyes and read your mind. You can wish for it, or dread it. There is no cause for either. As long as you carry your words inside, they are safe. You are the sole keeper. But sometimes that is a terrible curse, Adam. Those unformed words take on an enormous weight. Sometimes the burden of them becomes more than you can carry. For me it did. I simply had to share it. And Angela came to me. (238)