Quotes About Connection

This is a serious issue: most people don't have true friends. Please search for one. It's not your wife or husband. This is just a real friend - someone who connected to you without any existing relationship, but still got your back no matter what.

Richard Farson, professor at the Humanistic Psychology Institute in San Francisco, says, "Millions of people in America have never had one minute in their whole lifetime where they could 'let down' and share with another person their deeper feelings.

Until you love your spouse enough to make them your best friend, you could stay with them for years and never taste the friend in them.

Know the spirit of every friend you make before you bond with them.

Your friends become one with your spirit. That's why people who stay too long in friendship, eventually begin to resemble each other and reason alike.

Marriage is not the full-stop of friendship.

In the realms of the spirit, friendship is unlimited. You could be bonded to a million friends at the same time.

Any friend you make becomes one with your spirit.

Friendship is spiritual...highly spiritual.

Being best friends before marriage is no guarantee you will continue to be best friends after marriage; it only gives you a higher ground to sustain your best friendship.

Come together with your spouse, and become each other's best friend forever.

Friendship is the only relationship in the whole universe that has the capacity to bind two different spirits together.

You're spiritually one with God, if you're His friend.

When you become friends with God, He becomes one with your spirit. The bible calls it fellowship of the spirit. And describes it with the term Koinonia.

The Holy Spirit is the true spirit of friendship.

Friendship is a relationship for spirits.

Friendship is fusion of spirits. This may be too high to comprehend. But a true friendship is not a relationship that is physical; it's highly spiritual.

God's greatest desire and man's greatest need is to share an unending spirit to spirit relationship. This relationship is called friendship.

Somewhere someone is traveling furiously toward you, At incredible speed, traveling day and night, Through blizzards and desert heat, across torrents, through narrow passes. But will he know where to find you, Recognize you when he sees you, Give you the thing he has for you?

How many people came and stayed a certain time, Uttered light or dark speech that became part of you Like light behind windblown fog and sand Filtered and influenced by it, until no part Remains that is surely you.

I would have made her a part of me. If I could, I would have had a notch cut in my already aging side and a slip of her, my young rose, inserted there and lashed to me with twine.

These things that were between us, these and a myriad others, a myriad myriad, these remain of her, but what will become of them when I am gone, I who am their repository and sole preserver?

Yet even without saying, each knew what the other was thinking, and, more acutely, what the other was feeling -- this is a further effect of our shared sorrow, this empathy, this mournful telepathy.

Whom now would I love, and who would love me?