Quotes About Connection

Maggie nodded to me several times and then said, very seriously, "You're a little scary sometimes. You should know that. Regular dads don't say things like this.

What if . . ." I swallowed. "What if that's me, one day? What if that's what I'm like?" "There's a difference between you and him," Murph said. "Yeah?" She moved a bit, leaned down, and kissed my forehead. "Yeah. You've got me.

The only mirrors we have are other people.

Loneliness is a hard thing to handle. I feel it, sometimes. When I do, I want it to end. Sometimes, when you're near someone, when you touch them on some level that is deeper than the uselessly structured formality of casual civilized interaction, there's a sense of satisfaction in it. Or at least, there is for me.

There is a primal reassurance in being touched, in knowing that someone else, someone close to you, wants to be touching you. There is a bone-deep security that goes with the brush of a human hand, a silent, reflex-level affirmation that someone is near, that someone cares. It seemed that, lately, I had barely been touched at all.

Body or mind, heart or soul, we're all human, and we're supposed to feel pain. You cut yourself off from it at your own risk.

I'm not saying pain is what defines us as human beings. But it is, in many ways, what unites us. We all recognize other people in pain.

I've got it buttoned down," I said, and started driving. "Don't worry. I'm not going to let it make me . . . take anything away from you." Molly folded her hands in her lap, looked down at them, and said in a small voice, "If it's given, freely offered, you can't really take it away. All you're doing is accepting a gift.

Home, like love, hate, war, and peace, is one of those words that is so important that it doesn't need more than one syllable. Home is part of the fabric of who humans are. Doesn't matter if you're a vampire or a wizard or a secretary or a schoolteacher; you have to have a home, even if only in principle—there has to be a zero point from which you can make comparisons to everything else. Home tends to be it.

And believe me, next to sex, washing and styling a woman's hair is about as intimate as you can get with her.

You're unconscious, moron," my double said to me. "We can finally talk to one another.

Oh my," Kitai said in Canish, her eyes sparkling. "I may be in love." Tavi replied in the same tongue. "I saw him first." Varg's ears quivered again.

In every person there lies a book that can be enjoyed by others only by escaping through the lips or finger tips." - Jim Conover - 2000

The only really important thing, their friendship, had survived the storm, and that made them both feel very, very lucky.

The passengers weren't treated like refugees but rather long lose relatives.

The passengers weren't treated like refugees but rather long lost relatives.

because they didn't care if their adoptive child's skin was a different color from their own. They were just looking for a child to love. And

Meaning creates emotion.

When children say they are bored, it usually means "I want you to spend more time with me." Playing with our kids is one of the great joys of parenting.

It is often effective to say, "Well, it looks like things are not going well for you right now. When you get yourself to the point of putting your thoughts into words, come and talk to me. I'll be glad to listen." Then break eye contact and move on.

We are giving our children emotion. And kids thrive on parental emotion; they lean back and enjoy the show. It's part of human nature.

When you listen to your spouse, you are communicating non verbally that they are important to you.

Communication is not a one-way street.

Listening is an act of love. When you listen to people, you are communicating non-verbally that they are important to you.