Quotes About Connection

Usted no sabe cómo yo valoro su sencillo coraje de quererme.

Ella me daba la mano y no hacía falta más. Me alcanzaba para sentir que era bien acogido. Más que besarla, más que acostarnos juntos, más que ninguna otra cosa, ella me daba la mano y eso era amor.

Así estamos, cada uno en su orilla, sin odiarnos, sin amarnos, ajenos.

Qué buen insomnio si me desvelo sobre tu cuerpo

Si tu bendita soledad se funde con la mía ya no sabré si soy en vos o vos terminás siéndome.

Friendship is everything. Friendship is more than talent. It is more than the government. It is almost the equal of family.- Don Corleone

Friendship is everything. Friendship is more than talent. It is more than the government. It is almost the equal of family.

A man who doesn't spend time with his family can never be a real man.

The power of fiction is that it gives us, as readers, the opportunity to move inside another human being, to look out through that person's eyes, hear with her ears, think with his thoughts, feel with her feelings. It is the only form of art which can accomplish that feat so deeply, so completely. And thus it is the perfect bridge for helping us coming to know the other - the other inside as well as outside ourselves. (x)

You tell me about your ghost," she said. "And I'ss tell you about mine.

We realized that the only persons we can truly trust in this world is each other and our families.

Be kind - Remember every one you meet is fighting a battle - everybody's lonesome.

I can't help thinking: Am I related in some traceable way to all redheads, if there were any such genetic thing as "all redheads"?

The longing for sweets is really a yearning for love or "sweetness.

Love is the real power. It's the energy that cherishes. The more you work with that energy, the more you will see how people respond naturally to it, and the more you will want to use it. It brings out your creativity, and helps everyone around you flower. Your children, the people you work with--everyone blooms.

To me, real love, the move from power to love, involves immense suffering. Any creative work comes from that level, where we share our sufferings, just the sheer suffering of being human. And that's where the real love is.

If we could allow the pace of our meetings to slow down to the pace of our hearts, we might find genuine understanding.

Love is the only prayer I know.

The sight made her ache. How can I not touch you? she thought hopelessly, and then she was doing it, her fingers on his wrist. He didn't jump or even look at her, just stopped writing. Neither one of them moved, nothing moved, and the whole thing lasted three or four seconds at most, but when Pen took her hand away and started to breathe again, her chest hurt, as though she had been holding her breath for a very long time.

Soldiers in the heat of battle; death-row prisoners; explorers stranded in deserts, jungles, on mountaintops; anyone sick or lost or just tired and bewildered: we all wanted our mothers.

Whatever word you use to describe diving into the deepest part of a human. Take your pick; they're all woefully inadequate, but they're also all we have.

When he looked up, he said, "Clare told me about Christmas." And I swear the boy's face began to shine. I recognized what I saw there: that a person's name could be infinitely precious, that just saying it could make you feel singled out for glory.

My life - my real life - started when a man walked into it, a handsome stranger in a perfectly cut suit, and, yes I know how that sounds.

It's ok to feel happy, right? She hoped he'd know what she meant.