Quotes About Connection

There was consolation: The people you loved, they were always there with you, she had learned. Sometimes, she could be in front of a train kiosk or the window of a bookstore, 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 est. At those moments, it was good to be alone to hold on to him.

That evening, when Noa did not call her, she realized that she had not given him her home number in Yokohama. In the morning, Hansu phoned her. Noa had shot himself a few minutes after she'd left his office.

There was consolation: The people you loved, they were always there with you, she had learned.

Hansu smiled. "You are almost seventeen. I'm thirty-four. I am exactly twice your age. I am going to be your elder brother and your friend. Hansu-oppa. Would you like that?

You're a fool," she said, laughing, "but you are my fool.

he walked home alone, deep in thoughts of her, and he knew that he wanted to be with her, even if it would not be easy.

He didn't want to play this stupid game where they wouldn't talk about what was real.

If you love anyone, you cannot help but share his suffering.

If Risa wrote even an ordinary description on an invoice, Noa would pause to read it again, not because of what it said, but because he could detect that there was a kind of dancing spirit in the hand that wrote such elegant letters.

But in the presence of Casey's mother, Ella felt her mother's loss far more profoundly than she'd thought possible.

She had loved his face the way she had loved the brightness of the moon and the cold blue water of the sea.

You never give me any trouble," she said, feeling his five perfect fingers in hers, and she felt grateful for his sturdiness.

It's something holy to have people touch you when you're sick.

The gentle eyes beneath the jutting cheekbones and scaly skin were the same.

There wasn't a day when she didn't think of her father or hear his voice in her head.

nearly every Korean-Japanese person I met in Japan had some historical connection or social connection with the pachinko business—one of the very few businesses in which Koreans could find employment and have a stake.

He had expected to have a long life with her, not a few years. Who would he tell when a customer did something funny? Who would he tell that their son had made him so proud, standing on crutches and shaking the hands of grown-ups and being braver than any other person in the room?

There was consolation: The people you loved, they were always there with you, she had learned. Sometimes, she could be in front of a train kiosk or the window of a bookstore, 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.

LOVE of others is the appreciation of one's self. MAY your egotism be so gigantic that you comprise mankind in your self-sympathy.

We might have coupled In the bed-ridden monopoly of a moment Or broken flesh with one another At the profane communion table Where wine is spill'd on promiscuous lips We might have given birth to a butterfly With the daily-news Printed in blood on its wings

Oh that's right Keep away from me Please give me a push Don't let me understand you Don't realise me Or we might tumble together Depersonalized Identical Into the terrific Nirvana Me you --- you --- me

Whenever I let him in he would halt on the threshold drawing the whole of his luminous life up into his smile.

Tell me what is there, what is there about you that so satisfies me when I touch you? from "Pazzarella

I had to be caught in the weak eddy Of your drivelling humanity To love you most