Quotes About Connection

If you go out looking for friends, you're going to find they are very scarce. If you go out to be a friend, you'll find them everywhere.

You can have everything in life that you want if you just give enough other people what they want.

You never know when a moment and a few sincere words can have an impact on a life.

You don't have to fight anyone for me, she said. Except you. Oh God. He leveled her with a few words and searing looks. She felt herself in a dizzying plunge, wanting the flight, worried about the landing. I give as much as I am able, she said. I know, he answered.

You mean, she breathed, you're in love with me? I don't care what words anyone uses, he growled, stopping his pace to stand in front of her. Use the words of all the languages you know. Or make some up. Doesn't matter. What matters is that I want to be with you forever. Only you. And I hope to God, he said his voice rough as he stroked her hair, her face, that you only want me. There was no glib charm now, only the raw truthh of his heart, laid bare before her.

I'm praying, he thought to himself.  He'd never been one for church, preferring to take his divine inspiration from what surrounded him.  But lying here with Olivia, touching her reverently, he felt something shift inside him, something large and profound, as though he'd finally learned the answer to a riddle he'd been trying to solve. 

Give me your pain, love,' he said holding her against the steady beat of his heart. 'Let me take it for you.

She exhaled, then gave a small smile, and kissed him. They held each other close. Despite the fact that the fire wasn't lit in this room, leaving it chilled, heat spread through him. Heat he and Ada made together. The world was a cold place, but they could keep each other warm.

But now, she was in Michael's arms. When they kissed, the world fell away, fluttering off like soot-dusted moths. She knew only him, and the heat they created even in the depths of winter.

It was not death she feared. It was misunderstanding.

Love, I find, is like singing.

There is nothing to make you like other human beings so much as doing things for them.

It seems to me that trying to live without friends is like milking a bear to get cream for your morning coffee. It is a whole lot of trouble, and then not worth much after you get it.

Make the attempt if you want to, but you will find that trying to go through life without friendship, is like milking a bear to get cream for your morning coffee. It is a whole lot of trouble, and then not worth much after you get it.

When the people sat around on the porch and passed around the pictures of their thoughts for the others to look at and see, it was nice. The fact that the thought pictures were always crayon enlargements of life made it even nicer to listen to.

Everytime Ah see uh patch uh roses uh somethin' oversportin' theyselves makin' out they pretty, Ah tell 'em 'Ah want yuh tuh see mah Janie sometime.' You must let de flowers see yuh sometimes, heah, Janie?

All my skinfolk ain't kinfolk

At the bottom in the gut of jazz if you listen closely you can hear—no matter how complexly, obliquely, mysteriously stylized—somebody talking, crying, growling, singing, farting, praying, stomping, voicing in all those modes through which our bodies communicate some tale about how it feels to be here on earth or leaving, or about the sweet pain of hanging on between the coming and going.

Look lak we done run our conversation from grass roots tuh pine trees.

She must talk to a man who was ten immensities away.

Of course he wasn't dead. He could never be dead until she herself had finished feeling and thinking.

Husbands and wives always loved each other, and that was what marriage meant. It was just so. Janie felt glad of the thought, for then it wouldn't seem so destructive and mouldy. She wouldn't be lonely anymore.

Those who love us never leave us alone with our grief.

He has only heard what I felt.