Quotes About Connection

Love involves a peculiar unfathomable combination of understanding and misunderstanding

What I'm trying to describe is that it's impossible to get out of your skin into somebody else's.... That somebody else's tragedy is not the same as your own.

Sometimes it was hard to express how much you loved someone. You said the words, but you could never quite capture the depth of it. You could never quite hold someone tightly enough.

No matter how many people care about you, she thought, if you can't be open with them about who you truly are, you're still alone.

Just know, my darling girl, that if I could, I would call you every day of your life just to say I love you with nothing else attached to those words. No criticism. No advice. No requests. Just to say I love you.

You and me, I said,we both got the same kind of hurt inside us. She nodded, and suddenly, just like that, I knew I could trust her with my life.

Our greatest natural resources are our hearts and minds, together with those of the people around us.

What's loved, lives.

The spear in the Other's heart is the spear in your own: you are he. There is no other wisdom, and no other hope for us but that we grow wise. -attributed to Surak

You set, Bones? Ouch, McCoy said. I assume that pun was meant to make me feel better, or else accidental.

The Spear in the Other's heart is the spear in your own: you are he.

Believe me, I'm not far.)

Jim chuckled. "All right. Listen, can you get me an uplink to the ship from there? I want a look at the BBS." Spock thought a moment. "That should be no problem. Wait a moment." His fingers danced over the keys. McCoy

Riley reached out and took Sarah's hand.

Human lives are not pieces of string that can be separated out from a knot of others and laid out straight. Familes are webs. Impossible to touch one part of it without setting the rest vibrating. Impossible to understand one part without having a sense of the whole.

He didn't know of course. Not really. And yet that was what he said, and I was soothed to hear it. For I knew what he meant. We all have our sorrows, and although the exact delineaments, weight, and dimensions of grief are different for everyone, the color of grief is common to us all. I know, he said, because he was human, and therefore, in a way, he did.

Emmeline didn't call me anything. She didn't need, for I was always there. You only need names for the absent.

There are times when the human face and body can express the yearning of the heart so accurately that you can, as they say, read them like a book. Do not abandon me.

We all have our sorrows, and although the exact delinaments, weight and dimensions of grief are different for everyone, the color of grief is common to us all. I know, he said, because he was human, and therefore, in a way, he did.

But she had that laugh, and the sound of it was so beautiful that when you heard it, it was as if your eyes saw her through your ears and she was transformed.

What better place to kill time than a library? And for me, what better way to get to know someone than through her choice and treatment of books?

Then he looked beyond the ever-shifting alteration to study the stillness of her expression. He knew his camera could not capture this - that some things were only truly seen by the human eye. This was one of the images of his lifetime. He simply exposed his retina and let love burn her flickering, shimmering, absorbed face onto his soul.

Families are webs. Impossible to touch one part of it without setting the rest vibrating.

Ordinary people, untwins, seek their soulmate, take lovers, marry. Tormented by their incompleteness they strive to be part of a pair.