Quotes About Connection

Cuanto más me doy cuenta de lo mucho que tengo en común con todos, tanto menos solidario me siento con uno determinado.

The trouble with great literature is that any asshole can identify with it.

Estar sentado frente a alguien, con la nueva y vieja idea de que lo más natural sería estar juntos y que es totalmente incomprensible estar sentados así, de a dos, cada uno por su lado.

Nu Å£in s? fiu fericit?,cel mult mulÅ£umit?.Mi-e team? de fericire.Cred c? n-aÅŸ suporta-o.Aici în cap.AÅŸ înnebuni pentru todeauna sau aÅŸ muri.Sau aÅŸ ucide pe cineva.(...)Traiul de unul singur genereaz? cea mai glacial? ÅŸi scârboas? durere:aceea a deÅŸert?ciunii.Atunci ai nevoie de oameni care te înva?? s?-Å£i dai seama c? nu ai dec?zut chiar atât de mult.

I stared at her - unable to accept that at one time I was growing inside her. I was once just a couple of cells. My father and my mother were naked something had to be satisfactory about it, because he came inside her and she got pregnant. She, like me, was once a baby in her mother's stomach and so on and so forth and so it goes. So it goes.

There were lots of small groups, and there was a great deal of patriotism, but like most patriotism anywhere in the world, this was spurred as much by fear and ignorance as by any true sense of a connection to the Motherland

appetite for loneliness impressed me, and there was something about this solitude that freed conversation.

Do you have places like this in your country? Wang Yumei asked. I tried to imagine having a reunion with my friends in America and picking up a random foreigner and spending the day with him, simply out of curiosity and kindness. No,...

I felt a sense of brotherhood with anybody who peddled stories... A crowd had gathered around one man who sold pamphlets. He was in his early twenties, and you could tell from his appearance - dark skin, dirty collar, cheap blue suit - that he was a migrant. But he spoke beautifully, holding the crowd with his words... He sold pamphlets not because he needed to, but because the pamphlets deserved to be sold.

That war had almost torn the country in two, but the railroad, men said, had bound it back together, the tracks and ties like sutures to a wound, now fading to a scar.

College students, couples, people covered with eagle tattoos, boat captains, white-haired folks—we were all singing, waiting especially for the chorus

Cooper's tremendous love and energy and unchained freedom had captured life itself. Now, as the last shovelful covered him forever, I knew I would always carry a big piece of Cooper Half Malamute with me until I too was covered by the earth.

It had happened again. I had met another American whose generosity, it began to seem to me, gushed out of the spirit of this land.

The connection between art and Christ is like the connection between sunlight and the sun. It is, in fact, the connection between Sonlight and the Son.

One moment of prayer, of weak worship, confused contrition, tepid thanksgiving, or pitiful petition will bring us closer to God than all the books of theology in the world.

It is true, as John Bunyan said, that God infinitely prefers a heart without words to words without a heart when we pray.

with every choice we move either closer to God or farther away from him.

The practice of the presence of God, though we begin it at special times of prayer, is designed to spill out and over and into all times.

when the soul no longer conforms to the will of God, the body no longer conforms to the will of the soul.

If I did not love you more today than I did yesterday, I would love you less, and that is intolerable. So I must find more ways to love you every day.

We pray, not simply as some solitary self-improvement program, but because we have been addressed by God. Prayer is a response to a prior divine invitation.

Not all prayer is in words, because not all conversation is in words.

Learning to pray is dress rehearsal for eternal life.

For even though our prayer-contact with God may be almost infinitely poor, the God we thus contact is infinitely rich!