Quotes About Connection

too. Like I'm an outside person watching me do things. Except when I'm with you. Then, I'm on the inside.

When I pointed to the list, he read it quickly, then said, "I wish I'd known what was happening. I wish she'd told me," so ruefully that I wanted to touch him and did.

I laughed. I cried. Sometimes, hours or days after I'd last seen Trillium, some tiny, jewel-colored piece of story would come winging toward me out of the blue, and I would laugh or cry again.

It was an answer I should have savored; instead, it gave rise to that moment. You know what I mean. The moment in a relationship in which at the same time you discover you've been floating in air for five and a half weeks, you also discover that your feet have dropped a little closer to the earth.

I hate how the people who really get you are the ones you can never hold on to for very long. And the ones who don't understand you at all stick around.

Not returning phone calls is the severest form of torture in the civilized world.

Juliet and Romeo be damned, you can't be in love until you've flossed your teeth next to the person at least three hundred times...

deep-diving love, a love that excavates you. It's something you have to have before you die in order to have lived.

It all made me realize I wasn't the only one who wasn't sure they belonged. There was no one right way to fit in--it seemed like everyone was finding their own place, even if that place was on the edge of things. Still, there had to be ways to make it easier.

what is it like to have a dad?

She did not talk to people as if they were strange hard shells she had to crack open to get inside. She talked as if she were already in the shell. In their very shell.

It was with heavy hearts that they took leave of one another.

Dis seker hoekom mens 'n beste vriendin moet hê, dink ek terwyl ek saam haar stap. Om jou hand vas te hou as jy uitmekaarval

Maar selfs in ons andersgeit soek ons ander mense wat op min of meer dieselfde manier as ons anders is. Ons bly nou eenmaal kuddediere.

We're each on our own tightrope. All we can do is pick one another up after we fall.

Kindness is the currency of humanity. Even in the camps one found it. Debased and broken, but one found it.

She'd found that she needed closeness and trust more than sex. Desire grew out of trust, not the other way round.

Kindness is the currency of humanity.

We found ourselves veiled and separated from our friends.

My father says that believing or not believing doesn't matter; what is important is speaking with God.

Never a goodbye, always a see you later.

There is no explaining why you love the people who belonged to you. No explaining why you couldn't be objective about them, or indifferent to their disapproval. They are woven into your soul with millions of threads, and cutting them out would make you bleed...

If you have a dog, you will most likely outlive it; to get a dog is to open yourself to profound joy and, prospectively, to equally profound sadness.

A child's hand in yours -- what tenderness and power it arouses. You are instantly the very touchstone of wisdom and strength.