Quotes About Connection

By chance we met, by choice we become friend

What binds me to the trees is something they know how to do and I don't. All that binds the trees to me is my dogs ,who love me more tonight than other nights. For their hunger is more beautiful when they are hungry from the trees than hungry from me.

Love creates lovers, not lovers love.

Tvoja misao je sve?a kojom možeš da upališ tu?u sve?u, no za to moraš imati vatre.

The death of the child is always a model for the death of the parent. A mother gives birth in order to give life to her child; a child dies in order to shape the death of its father.

She's sorting out our library, her book, my book, and now and again we exchange a touch for old times

First we are children to our parents, then parents to our children, then parents to our parents, then children to our children.

Às vezes, a leitura de um livro desvela uma pessoa.

The marvels - of film, radio, and television - are marvels of one-way communication, which is not communication at all.

The heart is not simply suspended in a body but in a culture, a place, a time.

Research has documented the healing power of confiding in others. James W. Pennebaker's research on the correlation between suppressing our stories and illness, on the one hand, and telling our stories and increased health, on the other, is especially compelling and well researched.11 As Russ himself later said: "Nothing got better for me until I began to talk about it.

Yes, of course. If you love anyone, you cannot help but share his suffering. If we love our Lord, not just admire him or fear him or want things from him, we must recognize his feelings; he must be in anguish over our sins. We must understand this anguish. The Lord suffers with us. He suffers like us. It is a consolation to know this. To know that we are not in fact alone in our suffering.

Neither had realized the loneliness each had lived with for such a long time until the loneliness was interrupted by genuine affection.

She could not see his humanity, and Noa realized that this was what he wanted most of all: to be seen as human.

The people you loved, they were always there with you, she had learned.

She wished she had something like baseball that she could talk about with her daughter—a safe subject they could visit without subtext or aggression.

From the moment she'd met him, she'd felt his presence all around her.

Maybe my life can be significant—not on a grand scale like my brother, but to a few people

If it were possible for a man and his wife to share one heart, Hoonie was this steady, beating organ.

It was much smaller than her own, but everyone seemed closer, as if each member were organically attached to one seamless body, whereas her enormous extended family felt like cheerfully mismatched Lego bricks in a large bucket.

Life is filled with many complicated tasks, and no one, Casey, no one can do things alone. It's very slow going if you choose that path.

And Mozasu? He is Baek Isak's son? He doesn't look like me." Sunja

The people you loved, they were always there with you. - Pachinko, Book III - Chapter 21

There was consolation: The people you loved, they were always there with you, she learned. Sometimes, she could be in front of a train kiosk or the window of a book store, and she could feel Noa's small hand when he was a boy, and she would close her eyes and think of his sweet grassy smell and remember that he had always tried his best. At those moments, it was good to be alone to hold on to him.