Quotes About Connection

His wife held him and they sat there an hour vomiting up their souls, saying everything that was possible to say about their multiple faults that had kept them apart. Finally they made love to the obnoxious music of mosquitoes on the wooden floor of the porch.

A modern man, I do not make undue connections though my heart wrenches daily against the unknowable, almighty throb and heave of the universe against my skin that sings a song for which we haven't quite found the words.

I just now know that you can only meet a man at the level of his intentions.

He's quite a thinker. I stood up and started to take off my clothes. He got down on the floor. We really went to town all evening and I sent him home before midnight.

I saw a doe and a fawn but Sonia chased them away, roaring as if they meant us harm. I rehearsed my entire life and I heard my heart for the first time. In the morning I had fantasies of love and laughter, even creating the image of Duane and my father riding horseback up the drawn toward me.

now that she's at one with herself and the world she can work my brain over with high horsepower energy.

The woods can be a bit strange. It takes a long time to feel you belong there and then you never again really belong in town. It's a choice made for you by your brain at a moment you don't notice.

I found a stock tank and let the horse drink, then tethered it and lifted the dog over the edge and watched it swim in happy circles. I got pretty wet lifting the dog out of the tank but didn't care -- there is something about doing a favor for a dog that calms you down.

Someday we'll find it the rainbow connection, the lovers, the dreamers and me

Slowly, deliberately, the dog turned from the black wolf and walked toward the man. He was a dog, and dogs chose men.

These children who come at you with knives-they're your children.-Chuck

Betty from down the street was one of those creatures who seemed to be operating under the notion that if she ever stopped talking, even for a second, she'd die.

one motion of individual want sends trembles around a circle of dependents, until the whole helpless ring knocks and shakes like a tray of wineglasses in an unsteady waiter's hands. Any music they make is random, involuntary and brief; one can't be still unless they all are, and they never are.

Something had snapped between us, and I had no idea how to glue it back together.

If you don't feel any connection to the ocean, then ask yourself why your tears, blood and saliva contain about the same percentage of salt.

I love the friends I have gathered together on this thin raft...

The subject says: I see first many things which dance... then everything gradually becomes connected.

We need great golden copulations

Existence and proof are inseparables. You have to have the second to have the first. I

He was part of this river of cars, aiding its sluggish tide and in turn aided by it. Without losing his identity, free to turn out of the tide when he chose, he still belonged to something.

The Reading Promise: My Father and the Books We Shared

Way up in my tree I'm sitting by my fire Wond'rin' where in this world might you be And knowin' all the time you're still roamin' the countryside Do you still think about me?

I think everybody should believe in himself. I suppose, in a way, that's also believing in God. If there is a God and He made you, then believing in yourself is also believing in Him. Once you carry God inside yourself, then you're part of Him.

You got me floatin' across and through You make me float right on up to you The only thing I need to get me there Is to hear you laugh without a care