Quotes About Connection

Sometimes family isn't the situation you're born into but the people who've chosen to love you along the way.

Love? The word streaked across the path of his thoughts like lightning across a stormy sky. He watched her now, watching Lulu, watching a moth flutter under the porch light, looking anywhere but at him, and sudden warmth flooded through him, making his knees weak. Yes, he loved her. He'd tried not to. But now here he was. On her porch, watching her watching a moth, and realizing he was the moth and she the light. It would always be this way.

Meet me back here in twenty," he called, shutting the door. " 'Kay, Dad!" He froze, the title catching him right in the gut. He watched her disappear into the barn, a smile of wonder lifting his mouth.

What happened, honey?" She melted at the endearment, at the look in his eyes. "I fell in love with you." Her words left her mouth on a rush of air. Something flared in his eyes. He pulled off his gloves, his eyes never leaving her, and cradled her face. His hands were warm and rough against her cold cheeks. "Eden . . .," he whispered. "I love you too.

Scientific research has documented the positive impact of prayer on human physiology.13 Prayer is more than talking to God. Rather, prayer is being with God, spirit-to-Spirit. Every time we are in the presence of God, we are changed. "The Lord…makes us more and more like him as we are changed into his glorious image" (2 Cor. 3:18 NLT).

As we experience life throughout the years, the truth is that our heart gets broken—not like a broken bone per se, but wounds and offenses block aspects of our heart, cutting us off from feeling certain emotions or connecting with God.

I held her, he wanted to say, and if I knew for certain that all it would take to hold her again would be to die, then I couldn't raise the gun to my head fast enough.

He wanted to go on for hours. He wanted someone to listen to him and to understand that speech wasn't just about communicating ideas or opinions. Sometimes, it was about trying to convey whole human lives. And while you knew even before you opened your mouth that you'd fail, somehow the trying was what mattered. The trying was all you had.

I'm just saying there are threads, okay? Threads in our lives. You pull one, and everything else gets affected.

Those eyes, Teddy thought. Even frozen in time, they howled. You wanted to climb inside the picture and say, 'No, no, no. It's okay, it's okay. Sssh.' You wanted to hold her until the shakes stopped, tell her that everything would be all right.

What's your name? Emma Gould, she said. What's yours? Wanted. By all the girls or just the law?

He thought: so this is what it feels like to love. No logic to it - he barely knew her. But there it was just the same. He'd just met the woman he'd known, somehow, since before he was born. The measure of every dream he'd never dared indulge.

Lui avrebbe voluto chiederle che rumore fa un cuore quando si rompe per la gioia, quando è sufficiente la vista di qualcuno per riempirti come né il cibo, né il sangue, né l'aria potranno mai fare; quando ti senti come se fossi nato per vivere un momento preciso e quel momento, per qualche ragione particolare, era proprio quello.

Joe closed his hand over the watch and it was still warm from his father's pocket, ticking against his palm like a heart.

My father's gone, Joe said eventually. Emma's dead. Your brother's dead. My brothers scattered. Shit, D, you're one of the only people I know anymore. I lose you, who the fuck am I?

She was his wife, mother, best friend, sister, lover, and priest.

She felt like weeping. She didn't know why at first, but then it hit her. He knew her. He knew her, this man she'd married, this man she'd committed herself to walking through this life with. He knew her. And—wonder of wonders—he was still here.

There's always a 'she'. Isn't there?

Yes, yes," the warden whispered. "'My very chains and I grew friends.

The loneliness of another can be shocking when it lays itself bare without warning.

You can have two families in this life, Joe, the one you're born to and the one you build.

she was so simply his love, his girl, watching him approach as if she were memorizing him and his walk and those flowers and this moment, and he wanted to ask her what sound a heart made when it broke from pleasure, when just the sight of someone filled you the way food, blood, and air never could, when you felt as if you'd been born for only one moment, and this, for whatever reason, was it.

You've mislaid your trust in the past, had your faith in people broken, shattered even. You've been betrayed. Lied to. So you've chosen not to trust. And this protects you to some extent, I'm sure. But it also isolates you from the rest of humanity. You are disconnected. You are displaced. And the only way to find your way back to a place, to a connection, is to trust again.

I'd like to be sitting here five years from now, Marshal, and know you're still in the world. Teddy looked down at the hand on his knee. Looked up at Cawley. I would too, he said softly.