Quotes About Connection

Your volume speaks volumes. Be aware of your dynamics, your tones as well as the loudness and softness of your voice on the phone and in person.

I had not expected the gentle, tentative surge of gratitude I began to feel...for St. Paul's School, the spring, and the early morning. I needed the morning light and the warbling birds. I needed to find a way to live in this place for a moment and get the good of it. I had tried to hold myself apart, and the aloneness proved more terrible than what I had tried to escape.

We had nothing else - no money, no bikes, no summer camps, no vacations. Nothing, except one another. To us, that was all that mattered.

contar historias es justamente esto: encontrar la conexión que logra reunir a los seres humanos más allá del tiempo y el espacio

todos somos trozos del mismo barro, pobres monos condenados a buscar placer, soportar dolor y tirar adelante

We all move within six degrees

Olivia had also told her that all these trembling aspen trees were connected, one big organism joined by a root network underground. If you cut a tree up on this ridge, the others down in that grove would know. She wondered if they would all feel the pain of an ax strike at once.

That's all everyone wants—to be loved. To belong. To be forgiven for their sins.

No matter how much we pretend otherwise—mothers, daughters, grandmothers—there is always a part of us deep down inside that remains the little girl we once were.

It started, as all dialogues do, when a path crosses that of another .

gamos, meaning a marriage or conjoining of hunter and prey.

down. She wants him. This rubs Jon in all the right places.

Can you pinpoint the exact instant your life starts on a collision course with someone else's? Can you trace back to the moment those lives did finally intersect, and from where they spiraled outward again, yet from that point they remained forever entwined, two lives locked one with another?

The couple go still. In

Charles Dickens once said that "Home" is simply a name, a word, but it's a strong one; stronger than any magician ever spoke, or spirit ever answered to, in the strongest conjuration. And when I saw Blake again after we thought he'd died, as I held his son's hand in that hospital room, I finally understood how, sometimes, "Home" is not a place. It's a person . . .

wonder if something like that can leave a DNA fingerprint of sorts. Something that creates a physical longing in one for a place in order to feel whole.

Daisy can't bear shutting off her Instagram space. What would she have left? She'd have no daily connection, no love, hearts, validation. She needs it all so badly just to keep going. Her life would be so empty. Lonely. Why can't she be more like the old schoolgirl-teen Daisy?

We . . . all just need to feel worthy, don't we? To be loved. To belong. Because if we don't feel that we belong somewhere, how can we ever call it home? Isn't it a most basic survival thing, because to be cast out of a group, or a herd, can mean death?

Mia Reiter has found his mobile number. She must have gone to some effort to hunt him down. She wants him. This rubs Jon in all the right places.

As she held her new baby in her arms, it had hit hard—it was the first time in her life she was looking at family who looked like her. And it made her think that there were more people out there of her blood. Her curiosity grew intense.

Sognavo di te. I've dreamed of you. Ti desideravo nelle mia braccia dal primo momento che ti vedi. I've wanted you in my arms since the moment I met you. Ho bisogno di te. I need you

He cleared his throat, "Zoe, i think you said you love me." "I did say it. I do love you with all my heart." "I see." There was a long pause, then he said, "For how long has this been going on?" "I don't know," she said, "Sometimes i think it started a long, long time ago." "You might have mentioned it." "I didn't want to encourage it," she said, "I thought it was a bad idea.

They were perfectly suited. They would speak of books the livelong day and night and bore everyone else but themselves to distraction.

I spent hours yesterday talking of little but medical symptoms and insane asylums. And you listened as though it were poetry and all but swooned at my feet. It is too bad I don't have any medical treatises about. I'm sure I need read a paragraph or two, and you will become ravenous with lust and begin tearing my clothes off. (Dorian from "The Mad Earl's Bride")