Quotes About Connection

We are perfect "senders and receivers" for each other.

Suitable relational boundaries will show us the true nature of another person or a group, and if we fail to listen, they will draw help to us. The problem is that our relational borders aren't always in fail-safe condition. We might be too isolated, as in the case of inflexible boundaries; too confused, as happens when our borders are wishy-washy; or simply broken, as occurs when we have holes or slashes in our field.

We only attract people to us that we can help.

Where there's surrender, synchronicity tends to follow, which is one of the most delightful side effects of a surrender practice.

Letting go is not in order to get something better (the point Paul misses in the second half of his Philippians hymn); in and of itself it is the something better. For it immediately restores the broken link with the dynamic ground of reality, which by its very nature flows forth from a fullness beyond imagining.

As the poet Rumi says, "Lovers don't finally meet somewhere; they're in each other all along.

what remains with me vividly to this day is my recollection of a circle of light that shone out from Rafe and enfolded us both, and the deep sense of comfort and familiarity between us, as if we had somehow always known each other and were merely resuming a conversation that had gone on from eternity.

is to break through the bonds that attach the individual to the world of his senses and separate him from his eternal nature.

Jesus here places his entire bet on the process of interabiding: I in you, you in me, all in God, God in all. It is not a ladder but a circle that brings us to God: the continuously renewed giving and receiving which in its totality is where God dwells.

That person does indeed see from a perspective of singleness—and just as Jesus called for, there is now no separation between God and humans, or between humans and other humans, simply because separation isn't factored into the new operating system. It is no longer necessary for perception, so it simply falls away like scales from the eyes.

Everyone's always on the hunt for a mirror. It's basic psychology. You want to see yourself reflected in others. Others—your sister, your parents—they want to look at you and see themselves. They want you to be a flattering reflection of them—and vice-versa. It's normal. I suppose it's really normal if you're a twin. But being somebody else's mirror? That is not your job." Nora

Everyone's always on the hunt for a mirror. It's basic psychology. You want to see yourself reflected in others.

You are only as happy as your unhappiest child.

she understood he was lonely and that their ritual comforted him, connected the noises of her life with the silence of his

Was that how every couple functioned after time? Seeing the contours of someone else's intelligence so much more easily than your own?

He missed Stephanie, the ease between them, her solid and comforting presence. Sitting across from him, in the light of the fire, she blazed with health and well-being and good humor. "I

they could move on, try to forge relationships with one another that weren't about that blasted inheritance. Walker

Just so we're clear, I made love with you the first time because I wanted you more than I wanted breath. That's the same reason I did the second time, too. And the reason I'll do it every chance I get.

Luke caught Mina's chin in his left hand and turned her face toward him. 'Guess what, sweetheart?' 'What?' He grinned. 'I'm keeping you.

She wrapped her legs around his hips. Wrapped her arms around his shoulders. And she kissed him. This time, the pleasure was his. A deep, wrenching pleasure that washed over him as he climaxed inside of her. The release blinded him and fucking seemed to gut him as it went on and on, hollowing out his body. When the climax ended, he didn't release her. Because he wasn't letting her go, not ever again.

Love, the only way I'd ever leave you…you'd have to tell me to leave. Cause otherwise, I'd count myself lucky to be at your side.

He lifted her up against that tiled wall. Spread her legs. Her mouth was still on him, lips, tongue, teeth… His fingers slid over her core. Pushed inside her sex. So wet. So hot. She clamped down on him and held tight.

As many times as I want," Drake told her, voice rough and dark. "Until you can't breathe without feeling me on every inch of your body.

Heaven and hell could wait. He had paradise right there in his arms.