Quotes About Connection

Sometimes I try to erase myself. And then, if I've done a good job, I'm erased. I'm nothing. And then the world is free to flow into me like water into an empty bowl. And I see. I hear. But not with eyes and ears. I'm not outside my world anymore, and I'm not really inside it either. The thing is, there's no difference between me and the universe. The boundary is gone. I am it and it is me. I am a stone, a cactus thorn. I am rain.

Letter from Mr. B: Why does a back scratch feel better coming from somebody else than if you do it yourself?

Let the stars keep track of us. Let us ride our own orbits and trust that they will meet. May our reunion be not a finding but a sweet collision of destinies.

He still heard his mother's voice--Davey--rise like whisper-dust from unseen corners in the house, but it was no longer the only voice he heard. His ears were also filled with the voices of others--his father and Primrose and Refrigerator John and his grandmother. Of course, all of their words for a thousand years could not fill the hole left by his mother, but they could raise a loving fence around it so he didn't keep falling in.

In the eyes and ears of my heart, you and the magic are one and the same.

And I see. I hear. But not with eyes and ears. I'm not outside my world anymore, and I'm not really inside it either. The thing is, there's no difference anymore between me and the universe. The boundary is gone. I am it and it is me. I am a stone, a cactus thorn. I am rain.

Let us ride our own orbits and trust that they will meet. May our reunion be not a finding but a sweet collision of destinies!

Even just sitting here, like this, our bodies are churning, our minds are chattering. There's a whole commotion going on inside us.'...'sometimes they just get in the way. The earth is speaking to us, but we can't hear because of all the racket our senses are making. Sometimes we need to erase them, erase our sense. Then -- maybe -- the earth will touch us. The universe will speak. The stars will whisper.

For hours I lay under my sheet of moonlight. Her voice came through the night, from the light, from the stars.

I was a smiler. In her presence I threw back my head and laughed out loud for the first time in my life.

History sits on our shoulders, while reading opens our hearts.

I was feeling nine ways at once, and they all ended up at the touch of her hand on my ear...

And there was more to her seeing than that. What she saw, she felt. Her eyes went straight to her heart.

They stood staring at each other's face, the only place their eyes were safe.

Give me a minute,' I told her. I sat on the cold, clumpy ground. I turned my back on the smudgy sunrise so that I was facing west, facing you. I closed my eyes and I did something I've been thinking about: I sent you a message. A question. I hope you receive it. Then I got up and we left.

I'm Uri," he said. "What's your name?" I gave him my name. "Stopthief.

For years the strangers among us had passed sullenly in the hallways; now we looked, we nodded, we smiled.

In a way more felt than thought, he sensed a connection between Nipper's absence and Dorothy's words, which had been haunting him without letup.

The earth is speaking to us, but we can't hear because of all the racket our senses are making. Sometimes we need to erase them, erase our senses. Then–maybe-the earth will touch us. The universe will speak. The stars will whisper.

I like people who talk a lot. Since I don't.

Still he had not cracked a smile, but his eyes were different now, they were here.

I'm erased. I'm gone. I'm nothing. And then the world is free to flow into me like water into an empty bowl'...'I'm not outside my world anymore, and I'm not really inside it either. The thing is, there's no difference anymore between me and the universe. The boundary is gone. I am it and it is me. I am a stone, a cactus thorn. I am rain...I like that most of all, being rain.

We fell silent. We just looked at each other, sitting cross-legged on the picnic table. As in my meditations, I had no awareness of time passing, only a sense of the air between us electrified with eyes.

On the contrary, she is one of us. Most decidedly. She is us more than we are us. She is, I think, who we really are. Or were.