Quotes About Connection

be part of nature was to be part of the will to live.

Shops are to Earth-dwellers what equation booths are to Vonnadorians.

We have the knowledge to realise we are just a mass of quanta and particles, like everything else is, and yet we keep trying to separate ourselves from the universe we live in

Perhaps home is not a place but simply an irrevocable condition. James Baldwin, Giovanni's Room

You see, the language of words was only one of the human languages. There were many others, as I have pointed out. The language of sighs, the language of silent moments, and most significantly, the language of frowns.

To be part of nature was to be part of the will to live. When you stag too long in a place, you forget just how big and expanse the world is. You get no sense of length of those longitudes and latitudes. Just as, she supposed, it is hard to have a sense of the vastness inside any one person. But once you sense the vastness, once something reveals it, hope emerges, whether you want it or not, and it clings to you as stubbornly as lichen clings to rock.

People place so much value on thought, but feeling is as essential. I want to read books that make me laugh and cry and fear and hope and punch the air in triumph. I want a book to hug me or grab me by the scruff of the neck. I don't even mind if it punches me in the gut. Because we are here to feel.

You are, of course, allowed to love food and music and champagne and rare sunny afternoons in October. You can love the sight of waterfalls and the smell of old books, but the love of people is off limits. Do you hear me? Don't attach yourself to people, and try to feel as little as you possibly can for those you do meet. Because otherwise you will slowly lose your mind .

And though she'd studied enough existential philosophy to believe loneliness was a fundamental part of being a human in an essentially meaningless universe, it was good to see him.

The point of love was to help you survive.

Cuando te quedas demasiado tiempo en un mismo lugar, olvidas lo gigantesco que es el planeta. Pierdes las referencias y dejas de ser consciente de hasta dónde se extienden los paralelos y los meridianos. Del mismo modo, supuso, uno puede ignorar la vastedad interior de las personas

Do you ever feel lucky to have me?

El matrimonio no he llegado a entenderlo, pero el amor sí.

Life is the people who love you. No one will ever choose to stay alive for an iPhone. It's the people we reach via the iPhone that matter.

because it was a total, prime-of-life love. The kind that could only be possible in someone who was going to die at some point in the future, and also someone who had lived enough to know that loving and being loved back was a hard thing to get right, but when you managed it, you could see forever.

There was nothing else. Nothing but her. She was the stars and the heavens and the oceans. There was nothing but that single fragment of time, and this bud of love we had planted inside it.

I love you," she said. And I knew the point of love right then. The point of love was to help you survive.

Like a dog himself. Why Want Another Universe If This One Has Dogs?

Aunt Carlotta is a lonely woman. She's a lot older than me. She's really an old lady now. She's forty-two. Hardly anyone lives to be forty-two.

Where was that love before? Where did you acquire it from? The way it is suddenly there, total and complete, as sudden as grief, but in reverse, is one of the wonders about being human.

Places don't matter to people anymore. Places aren't the point. People are only ever half present where they are these days. They always have one foot in the great digital nowhere.

If you have children and love one more than another, work at it. They will know, even if it's by a single atom less. A single atom is all you need to make a very big explosion.

But the point is: history is everywhere. It's about making people realise that. It makes you understand a place.

We have the knowledge to realise we are just a mass of quanta and particles, like everything else is, and yet we keep trying to separate ourselves from the universe we live in, to give ourselves a meaning above that of a tree or a rock or a cat or a turtle.