Quotes About Connection

Regardless of how the PR business may have developed over the years, we always used to be a transmission, a sort of bridge, between our clients and their clients.

A conversation goes sometimes into personal things and that's nicer. You look to each other and you have a different picture, you get into a relationship.

We're all under the same sky and walk the same earth; we're alive together during the same moment.

Do the right thing by whoever crosses your path. Those coincidental people are your people.

A story can take you through a whole process of searching, seeking, confronting, through conflicts, and then to a resolution. As the storyteller and the listener, we go through a story together.

Can it beI am the only Jew residing in Danville, Kentucky,looking for matzoh in the Safeway and the A & P?

Filling a bookcase is like gathering a social circle.

There is only one real deprivation, I decided this morning, and that is not to be able to give one's gifts to those one loves most.

There is only one real deprivation... and that is not to be able to give one's gifts to those one loves most.

Though friendship is not quick to burn, It is explosive stuff.

There is no doubt that solitude is a challenge and to maintain balance within it a precarious business. But I must not forget that, for me, being with people or even with one beloved person for any length of time without solitude is even worse. I lose my center. I feel dispersed, scattered, in pieces. I must have time alone in which to mull over my encounter, and to extract its juice, its essence, to understand what has really happened to me as a consequence of it.

For any writer who wants to keep a journal, be alive to everything, not just to what you're feeling, but also to your pets, to flowers, to what you're reading.

I feel more alive when I'm writing than I do at any other time--except maybe when I'm making love.

For a long time now, every meeting with another human being has been a collision. I feel too much, sense too much, am exhausted by the reverberations after even the simplest conversation.

Body my house my horse my hound What will I do when you are fallen Where will I sleep How will I ride What will I hunt Where can I go without my mount all eager and quick How will I know in thicket ahead is danger or treasure When Body my good bright dog is dead How will it be to lie in the sky without roof or door and wind for an eye with cloud for a shift how will I hide?

Our phones fall we panic our friends fall we laugh

I don't trust anyone who doesn't laugh.

I believe that each of us comes from the creator trailing wisps of glory.

I long for the time when all the human history is taught as one history, because it really is one history.

I would be a liar, a hypocrite, or a fool--and I'm not any of those--to say that I don't write for the reader. I do. But for the reader who hears, who really will work at it, going behind what I seem to say. So I write for myself and that reader who will pay the dues.

A friend may be waiting behind a stranger's face.

We are not our brother's keeper we are our brother and we are our sister. We must look past complexion and see community.

If you have only one smile in you, give it to the people you love. Don't be surly at home, then go out in the street and start grinning 'Good morning' at total strangers.

The most called-upon prerequisite of a friend is an accessible ear.