Quotes About Connection

It's strange, you know. You can be friendly with people year after year, fish with them on the weekends, attend parties and cookouts, and then one day the reason you're drawn together is gone—and they're gone too. It's strange—and sad.

Each is free to be everything the other desires, we fulfil each other's fantasies, and do not risk the boredom of familiarity.

Prayers like gravel Flung at the sky's window, hoping to attract the loved one's attention . . . . . . I would have refrained long since but that peering once through my locked fingers I thought that I detected the movement of a curtain.

There is no other reality than nature.

A tree without roots is just a piece of wood.

Great chefs have three things in common: first, they accept and respect mother nature as a true artist; second, everything they do is an extension of them as a true person; and third, they give you insight into the world they were born into.

My heart beats as much as I can breathe.

Things that have a common quality ever quickly seek their kind.

Be mindful at all times of the following: the nature of the whole universe, the nature of the part that is me, the relation of the one to the other, the one so vast, the other so small.

As surgeons keep their instruments and knives always at hand for cases requiring immediate treatment, so shouldst thou have thy thoughts ready to understand things divine and human, remembering in thy every act, even the smallest, how close is the bond that unites the two.

Dwell on the beauty of life. Watch the stars, and see yourself running with them.

All that is harmony for you, my Universe, is in harmony with me as well. Nothing that comes at the right time for you is too early or too late for me. Everything is fruit to me that your seasons bring, Nature. All things come of you, have their being in you, and return to you.

That which comes after ever conforms to that which has gone before.

A prímek listája a szívverés a matematikában, de mintha egy er?s koffeinkeverék szabálytalanná tenné ezt a lüktetést.

A people without the knowledge of their past history, origin, and culture is like a tree without roots.

rather than God being "out there" in the heights, God is known in the depths of personal experience.

Same blood, different mud.

Who could know heaven save by heaven's gift and discover God save one who shares himself in the divine?

channels were

He'd died before she moved to Chicago, but she'd followed the story of his shooting with the same queasy horror as the killings of Freddie Gray and Eric Garner.

know Lee and Lisa. But you did.

A relationship like a short circuit, their mutual frailties feeding each other.

I love telling stories for a living. The process of writing has its frustrations, but also its joys (there's no high like typing "The End.") The research is incredible. I love meeting other authors. I love working on something that's purely mine. But the best part is the idea that I kept somebody up past their bedtime, or made them miss their train stop. As a lifelong addict of story, it makes me happy to think that my work might hit other people the way books hit me.

they had an unselfconscious comfort that normally required long intimacy. Maybe it was because he'd been thinking about her all month, waiting for her to appear, and the anticipation had been akin to actually being together.