Quotes About Connection

I want to love you without clutching, appreciate you without judging, join you without invading, invite you without demanding, leave you without guilt, criticize you without blaming, and help you without insulting. If I can have the same from you, then we can truly meet and enrich each other.

I believe the greatest gift I can conceive of having from anyone is to be seen by them, heard by them, to be understood and touched by them. The greatest gift I can give is to see, hear, understand and to touch another person. When this is done I feel contact has been made.

Los niños necesitan que sus padres sean sus amigos tanto como un balazo.

Cred c? cel mai mare dar pe care l-a? putea primi de la cineva este s? fiu v?zut?, ascultat?, in?eleas? ?i atins?.

Cracker Barrel's dining room bustled with activity. Joan had to raise her voice to be heard by Eve, who sat at the

She knew how his mind worked. He would process their discussion over the next few days. At odd times he would utter an objection out of the blue. While buttering his toast he might say, "That lawn is a disaster, you know." Or when he slid into bed at night, "The property taxes are probably triple what we pay now." She would reply with a smile and a nod and revel

Would you look at you two? What's the special occa-ouch!

Fiction is like a spider's web, attached ever so slightly perhaps, but still attached to life at all four corners. Often the attachment is scarcely perceptible.

The telephone, which interrupts the most serious conversations and cuts short the most weighty observations, has a romance of its own.

Each has his past shut in him like the leaves of a book shown to him by heart, and his friends can only read the title.

The connection between dress and war is not far to seek your finest clothes are those you wear as soldiers.

Books are the mirrors of the soul.

La prunelle de mes yeux.» L'expression peine à rendre ce qui lie le parent à son nouveau-né. La prunelle de ses yeux, on pouvait la lui arracher sans qu'il tombe – la moelle de mes os s'approcherait davantage, pour dire que ça parcourt tout ce qu'on est, et qu'il s'agit du lien qui s'établit, avant même qu'on soit capable de reconnaître son enfant parmi les autres.

I know that what girls do with their own clitorises in private isn't exactly my business, but this indifference to masturbation does bother me: if they don't touch themselves when they're alone, when do women connect with their own fantasies? How familiar are they with what really turns them on? And if you don't know that about yourself, what exactly do you know? What relationship can you have with yourself if you systematically hand your genitals over to someone else?

After a certain age, we do not move on from the dead, we remain in their time, in their company.

Snowflakes are one of nature's most fragile things, but just look what they can do when they stick together.

The talent of making friends is not equal to the talent of doing without them.

There is a silence, the child of love, which expresses everything, and proclaims more loudly than the tongue is able to do; there are movements that are involuntary proofs of what the soul feels.

forms and ceremonials, though absolutely necessary for the progressive soul, have no other value than taking us on to that state in which we feel the most intense love to God.

I've realized that everything is about relationships. I've witnessed that ultimately you can't take what you don't give because there is a master bookkeeper out there who keeps accounts balanced. This fundamental link between man, plants, and the earth has been documented since the dawn of civilization.

My friendship with Leonard began with me invoking the laws of love: the ones that involved the expectancy. "We are one," I decided shortly after we met. "You are me, and I am you, and it is our obligation to save each other." It took me years for me to realize this sentiment was off the mark. What we are, in fact, is a pair of solitary travelers slogging through the country of our lives, meeting up from time to time at the outer limit to give each other border reports.

The exchange will always deepen, even if the friendship does not.

I nearly weep. All I had ever wanted was that my mother be glad to be alive in my presence. I am still certain that if she had been, I'd have grown up whole inside. "Imagine," I say to Leonard. "She's so old and she can still do this to me." "It's not how old she is that's remarkable," he says. "It's how old you are.

This is the intimacy that will bind us all our lives, holding us forever to the task implicit in all love relations: how to connect yet not merge, how to respond yet not be absorbed, how to detach but not withdraw.