Quotes About Connection

think I loved my Danny more. And I think I know why.

I don't understand hook-ups, but I don't like touching very much, so maybe that's why.

People who've never been out in the grass don't get it. I didn't understand what Jamie was talking about until I stood in the middle of a furrow, looking around at this very narrow world, a shadow valley with only a strip of sky above to remember there's a horizen somewhere.

If the laughter is canned, so are you.

If you want to feel important and indispensable, read a story to the child on your lap.

I don't feel anything either way. No feeling about it comes to me - it's not something I have a choice about. Isn't a feeling like that supposed to happen? I can't make a feeling like that up, can I? Maybe God just chooses certain people, and the rest of us - we can't feel Him.

The world was incomprehensibly intricate, and yet this forest made a simple sense in her heart that she felt nowhere else.

The strange thing was, he wanted to like everyone. He just couldn't find a way to do it.

They don't really matter," said Ishmael. "None of those other things make a difference. Love is the strongest thing in the world, you know. Nothing can touch it. Nothing comes close. If we love each other we're safe from it all. Love is the biggest thing there is.

my religion is home and all that attends it.

Everybody knows what God is,' said his mother. 'You feel what God is, don't you?

She sat across from him at the kitchen table at three o'clock in the morning, while he stared in silence or talked or wept, and she took when she could a piece of his sorrow and stored it for him in her own heart.

We don't want people to be interested in us as a means to an end, as a destination for their own purposes. We want people to be interested in us as fellow-voyagers, people who care about us enough to go on a journey with us.

while most providers sell on the basis of technical competence, most buyers buy on the basis of emotion.

Speak with expression, not monotonically. Use body language, eye contact, and vocal range. Show the client you have energy around the subject at hand. 5.

Mumbett also had another family of her own. Her great-grandson was W. E. B. Du Bois. In his writings, he remembered her with pride, as an inspiration for his stellar career in American and world history.

Kyra: I always felt profoundly at peace. I don't know why, it still seems true to me: if you have a love, which for any reason you can't talk about, your heart is with someone you can't admit - not to a single soul except for the person involved - then for me, well, I have to say, that's love at its purest. For as long as it lasts, it's this astonishing achievement. Because it's always a relationship founded in trust. Tom: It seems mad to me.

You were lonely. Before you met me. When you met me. You were alone. You were a lonely child. Your parents left you to yourself. You never said it but when I held you in my arms I could feel it. I see now. I thought you were strong. You're not. Neither am I.

She couldn't quite, quite love in hopelessness. And he, being hopeless, couldn't ever quite love at all

Mathematics knows no races or geographical boundaries; for mathematics, the cultural world is one country.

To me, this is a play about two people who are joined irreparably. They're handcuffed at the heart.

commiserating and complaining with another miserable individual, but the minute he's in a good mood he will abandon the toxic, annoying person. He seeks solace with somebody who feels as he does, but when he no longer feels that way he will instantly leave this relationship. This is because he never liked the person (at least not for this similarity); he enjoyed only the shared attitude.

the only unfailing guide I've ever found through the innumerable blind alleys of my life as a writer, man, husband, father, citizen, steward, or believer, is the love burning in my heart. for me, prayer is about one thing: making contact with that love. though it burns in there like a candle flame, hot, bright, beautiful, love's flame is so fragile… keeping one's love burning, and living in accord with that burning: this, to me, is prayer.

I loved the solar smile he would turn on his friends at times--and on me--nonplussing us when he simply left it on us, full-beam, for such a long, long moment that we'd finally have no choice but to realize this was no social smile, no rote kind of friendliness: this was what it felt like to be completely seen and loved for a moment.