Quotes About Connection

her, she's become such a part of my life that no matter how I fight it, or her, she's in my blood—a part of why I exist. Yet so is Rebecca. I don't understand it, and I do not like things that I don't understand.

My fingers curl on his cheek, and all self-consciousness is gone, forgotten. "I'm not afraid of whatever you're talking about. I think you keep warning me away because you're the one who's afraid.

I don't know where he begins and where I end, but maybe that's the glory of who we've become. We begin and end together. We're a puzzle that fits perfectly together, where we fit nowhere else. And right now we're seeking peace in the only place we know to look—each other.

I couldn't know that we'd meet and the world would spin beneath my feet, and somehow ignite a million shades of beauty in my life. I couldn't know that I'd change how you saw, well, everything.

I'm Aria Alard," I say, speaking my mother's maiden name

Do you feel me the way I feel you, Harper?

Laughter is like crying.

It would be a lethal mistake to underestimate what she means to me.

I want you to be there." "Why, Faith?" "Because that painting was the first one I painted for me in a very long time. And you're the first thing I've done for me in a very long time.

I don't have a lot of friends walking around I might borrow clothes from. And with good reason: the people I care about disappear.

spreads his fingers on my cheek, his thumb stroking a seductive line along my jaw, his voice lower and deeper as he adds, "No secrets. No in between.

Something I've wanted to call you for a very long time." "You Tarzan, me Jane?" she asked, teasing him.

Broken" from the band Life-house fills the room, because Chris doesn't know how personal it is to me. I'm falling apart. I'm barely breathing. I'm barely holding on to you. This song, this place with the words, and I am raw

many of the wrong things in common to be more than sex, and the realization is freedom to me.

The point is, the way to speak to the universal is through the particular. The broad message might appear to speak to everyone, but really it speaks to no one deeply. When you focus on the particular, even though it seems counterintuitive, by communicating just one thing to just one person, you say everything to everyone.

Now I find that what life was making of me, what God was making of me, was not an arrow to trace a path through the sky, but the hub of a wheel. I am the intersection, I am the connection between them all, and the purpose I've been given isn't mine alone. It's for all of us to share. What I needed wasn't something I could take. What I needed was something I could give.

From two niches (to use Barber's word), North and South, we've splintered into hundreds of thousands, a nation of tribes connected not by kinship or even creed. We're merely tethered together by the Internet, by our brand loyalties and shared consumer obsessions.

Maybe wisdom tends to latch onto itself when it finds itself in various places.

Listen carefully, I'm going to say three words." "I love you?

He was in my hair, my eyes, my fingers, my heart. I day-dreamed about what he was doing, thinking, seeing, smelling, feeling. I could not eat for thoughts of him.

When people are alive they love, when they die, they keep loving. If love ends when person dies, that is not real love

As she spoke, I wanted to cry, because sometimes it's just so damn hard to be a mother. We have to wait and wait and wait for our children to open their hearts to us. And if that doesn't work, we have to bide our time and look for the moment of weakness when we can sneak back into their lives and they will see us and remember us for the people who love them unconditionally.

How do we fall in love? ... How different it is with friendship. No one picks a friend for us. We come together by choice. We are not tied together through ceremony or the responsibility to create a son. We tie ourselves together through moment. The spark when we first meet. Laughter and tears shared. Secrets packed away to be treasured, hoarded, and protected. The wonder that someone can be so different from you and yet still understand your heart in a way no one else ever will.

I am still learning about love. I thought I understood it--not just mother love, but the love for one's parents, for one's husband, and for one's laotong. I've experienced the other types of love--pity love, respectful love and gratitude love. But looking at our secret fan with its messages written between Snow Flower and me over many years, I see that I didn't value the most important love--deep-heart love.