Quotes About Connection

This is a characteristic pattern in science: first there is scattered evidence of a phenomenon, published in specialist journals or reports, and then someone begins to connect the dots.

The only cure for grief, someone had once told her, was love.

Suffering did different things to different people...Some souls became tempered, unshakable in their faith, while others became twisted and mis-shapen, throwing off all connection to God.

Books were like old friends, with their worn covers and well-thumbed pages..

You taught me to care when I asked someone, 'How are you?,' to listen to the answer. You taught me that the people who don't ask, who don't speak, who are sitting alone on the sidelines, they are the people we need to sit down next to, not the ones who crowd around us.

The person you have known a long tme is embedded in you like a jewel. The person you have just met casts out a few glistening beams & you are fascinated to see more of them. How many more are there? With someone you've barely met the curiosity is intoxicating.

It is really hard to be lonely very long in a world of words. Even if you don't have friends somewhere, you still have language, and it will find you and wrap its little syllables around you and suddenly there will be a story to live in.

Let me peer out at the world through your lens. (Maybe I'll shudder, or gasp, or tilt my head in a question.) Let me see how your blue is my turquoise and my orange is your gold. Suddenly binary stars, we have startling gravity. Let's compare scintillation - let's share starlight.

I am looking for the human who admits his flaws Who shocks the adversary By being kinder not stronger What would that be like? We don't even know

Where we live in the world is never one place. Our hearts, those dogged mirrors, keep flashing us moons before we are ready for them.

If someday, in a morning, you see you, in a mirror or the dent of a spoon, and wonder Where is my soul and Where has it gone, remember this: Catch the gaze of a woman on the metro, subway, tram. Look at a man. Seek and you will find you in the silvered space, a flash between souls.

It was terrible when a single conversation with someone determined your whole future relationship.

Poetry [is] more necessary than ever as a fire to light our tongues.

We start out as little bits of disconnected dust.

only kindness that raises its head from the crowd of the world to say it is I you have been looking for, and then goes with you everywhere like a shadow or a friend.

I'm writing mostly to thank you for living you eighty years and to tell you I love you and think of you often.

Today was the first day…" I murmur. "The first day I felt like we were family." "Let's make it official then," he growls. I frown. "What do you mean?" "Let's get married.

You're already seared in my memory, kiska," he murmurs. "No picture necessary.

than the sheer pleasure of it, you'll ask me to fuck you until your eyes roll back in your head, until you taste colors and see sound. And for you, I will. All you have to do is ask.

I know you're lonely, Mama," he whispers, his voice half-choked with sleep. "And sometimes… so am I.

closed. My heart squeezes. "I love you, too, Bug." You have no idea

The first candle will, of course, burn out in time. But before this happens, the light from it will be passed on to another candle, and then to another, so that though the candles may change, the light will burn forever, like the light on a Buddhist altar. As the candles change, so will the way in which two people love each other; yet their love, like the light, need never go out.

Music is what tell us that the human race is greater than we realize.

The extent of your consciousness is limited only by your ability to love and to embrace with your love the space around you, and all it contains.