Quotes About Connection

The overall purpose of human communication is - or should be - reconciliation. It should ultimately serve to lower or remove the walls of misunderstanding which unduly separate us human beings, one from another.

You need the noise of your friends in space.

And I said, how about taking a quick trip up there now?...It took them just ten minutes to decide, and by lunch-time...we were off. Some friends are so satisfactory. You may not agree with them in everything or anything, but it doesn't matter. You like each other just as you are. It is the contact and rubbing up against other ideas that is stimulating and rewarding.

People never realize that love is indeed blind. They feel like a soul mate of the loved one. No awful loneliness of spirit. Two against the world. So they marry, and what happens? After a certain time, they look across the breakfast table and find they are looking at a stranger.

Reese held Allacazam out to him, wondering if Hirianthial would take him directly from her hands and risk touching her, or if she'd have to set the Flitzbe on the floor and let him roll to the man's boots.

It is always sad when two people have been thinking the same thing at the same moment and neither can find a way to say it out loud.

She said she was breaking up with me because I didn't know how to express my emotions. The thing is, I didn't have that many. As far as I was concerned, it was pretty simple. I was in love with her and I liked our life and we laughed a lot and it felt so good to be in bed with her and have her touching me. I liked what we had.

One of the great mysteries," he said, running his finger down my cheek, "is what makes two people right for each other.

before there was a death there had been a life, and before that life a death and that there would be a life after this death too. The circles would continue on without end and everyone who was once connected would be connected again.

Jung didn't believe in accidents. He proposed that resonance happens because we are functioning on more that our conscious level... (T)here is a force we don't see but it toes matter, energy and consciousness together.

Love, like energy, never dies. You lose people only in the moment. But time is a long road that circles back. At some point the missing turns into love and returns.

Once there was a single being, a complete whole, a man and a woman as one entity in paradise. As punishment, they were cleaved apart. And for eternity forced to spend their lives trying to find their perfect puzzle other half. When you find your perfect puzzle other half, Delphine, it is blasphemy to walk away, to deny the pleasure that is due you.

S)cents connects us to a past we can't always see, that seems lost but can so easily be conjured up and found.

I will believe in you every day of my life"—Elliot to E.T. from the movie E.T.

I looked over at her face. I could see the light from my heartbeat on her tears.

I could see my face, crying, in her blank eye.

We live by devouring those we love. How can we help it? They're the ones within closest reach.

where we could see the stars. "Whoa," I said. "Isn't it beautiful?" "It's like . . . ," I said. "It's like a squid in love with the sky.

It was a strange moment, like when you get sad after sex, and it feels like it's too late in the afternoon, even if it's morning, or night, and you turn away from the other person, and they turn away from you, and you lie there, and when you turn back towards them you can both see each other's moles. Usually there seem to shadows from Venetian blinds all across your legs.

I was thinking of how sometimes, trying to say the right thing to people, it's like some kind of brain surgery, and you have to tweak exactly the right part of the lobe. except with talking, it's more like brain surgery with old, rusted skewers and things, and maybe like those things you use to eat lobster, but brown. And you have to get exactly the right place, and you're touching around in the brain, But the patient, she keeps jumping and saying ow.

We were as strangers, in the moment-as intimate as strangers-for strangers know more of us, and can judge of us more without reproach than ever those we love.

I am not sure what it is that finally allows people to just turn to each other and touch. There is some hidden trigger. There is a secret language people learn, so they can signal to stop talking and just move. I don't know it.

Violeta... ¿Violeta? Hay una historia que te voy a seguir contando. Voy a seguir contándotela. Tú eres esa historia. No quiero que olvides. Cuando despiertes, quiero que te recuerdes. Yo voy a acordarme. Existes mientras te recuerde. Mientras alguien te conozca. Yo te conozco tan bien que podría manejar un simulador. Ésta es la historia.

It's times like this that I'm real glad I have friends. They say friends are worth your weight in gold.