Quotes About Connection

Somebody, somewhere Wants me and needs me And that's very wonderful to know.

I love a girl with a sense of humor. Someone who can make me laugh and that I can get along with and talk with and who is just sweet overall, inside and out.

The mere process of growing old together will make the slightest acquaintance seem a bosom friend.

Don't let young people tell you their aspirations; when they drop them they will drop you

A slight touch of friendly malice and amusement towards those we love keeps our affections for them from turning flat.

I sit on the bed. I remember a golden bracelet, thin gold, an apple with a bite taken out of it for the clasp, and the words "I Love You," and I take it out from the box of treasures under the bed. I remember Mama said, "I mean it. Though we never say it in this family," as she put the bracelet around my wrist last Christmas. And I still believe her, what she said about love. We just never say it in this family.

She leaned over the bed to plant a goodbye kiss on his cheek. Instead he reached up and cupped her head in his left hand, so that he was in charge of her kiss and it landed oh his lips. It was not, as she would have expected, the fumbling kiss of a boy unused to dating but the practiced kiss of a man who knew exactly what he was doing.

If you don't scare the neighbors while copulating, I'm afraid you're doing something terribly wrong.

You really don't know a person until you spend some time in their panties.

Friends are nice. You can tell' 'em stuff, but you can swear like a gangster at an enemy. And that's all right, too.

A pigs and pain, until you really get to know 'em. Then he's a paid with the soul.

You don't need to be smarter; you just need dumber friends.

You can't choose your family. Can't shoot 'em either.

It'd hardly be worth having a brother at all, if you couldn't smack him in the head every once in a while.

She may be an old flame, but she still smokin'.

The worst part of holding the memories is not the pain. It's the loneliness of it. Memories need to be shared.

For the first time, he heard something that he knew to be music. He heard people singing. Behind him, across vast distances of space and time, from the place he had left, he thought he heard music too. But perhaps, it was only an echo.

Of course they needed to care. It was the meaning of everything.

Even trained for years as they all had been in precision of language, what words could you use which would give another the experience of sunshine?

Gabe?" The newchild stirred slightly in his sleep. Jonas looked over at him. "There could be love", Jonas whispered.

A good friend of my son's is a son to me.

Hands are integral with brains, almost another lobe for intelligence. What one does not know through one's hands, one does not truly know.

You don't pay back your parents. You can't. The debt you owe them gets collected by your children, who hand it down in turn. It's a sort of entailment. Or if you don't have children of the body, it's left as a debt to your common humanity. Or to your God, if you possess or are possessed by one.

My home is not a place, it is people.