Quotes About Connection

In a romantic comedy, I would have been able to wipe all his troubles away with a single kiss. But that wasn't going to happen—not the kiss, not the troubles vanishing with it. I felt so close to him, but I didn't want to kiss him. And I didn't get the sense that he wanted to kiss me.

When we were upset as little girls, Dad used to say, "Let's go to the window and see if we see anyone as unhappy as we are." And he would lead us to the window, where we'd watch people pass by in the street until we cheered up.

Writers step into their subject's shoes so readers can walk in them.

Elk inspired people; they were a symbol of everything that was special about living here.

Beauty... when you look into a woman's eyes and see what is in her heart.

Everyone you have ever loved in your life becomes a part of your soul. They never leave. They're always inside you, and you can bring them out whenever you want.

Every silence says something: the silence between words, between notes in music and between people.

43. My couch is 92 inches; it's a deep green three-cushion. It seats hundreds. But that's not why I got it. I got it because, lying down the long way, in the spooning-in-front-of-a-movie way, in the head-to-toe lying with a pair of lamps burning and a pair of people reading, it fits me and another – it fits her – really well.

What I'm trying to say, whether you want to take it seriously or not, is that you can't build Judaism only on the foundation of one terrible crime. It is about this obsession with the Holocaust as a necessary sign of identity. As your only educational tool. Because for the children, there is no connection otherwise. Nothing Jewish that binds.

I'm comfortable only when there's a mutual attraction. That's what anyone wants. If I find out she's not attracted to me, it brings down my level of attraction to her. If I'm interested and find out she's not, I tend to cool off.

Hurting people, hurt people.

Best Friends can turn a horrible day, into one of the best days of your life.

The way to be gay is to make other people gay," Miss Lonelyhearts said. "Sleep with me and I'll be one gay dog.

The music that inspires the souls of lovers exists within themselves and the private universe they occupy. They share it with each other; they do not share it with the tribe or with society. The courage to hear that music and to honor it is one of the prerequisites of romantic love.

To love is to see myself in you and to wish to celebrate myself with you. What I love is the embodiment of my values in another person. Love is an act of self-assertion, self-expression and a celebration of being alive.

Never marry a person who is not a friend of your excitement.

So she poured out the liquid music of her voice to quench the thirst of his spirit.

I find myself at the extremity of a long beach. How gladly does the spirit leap forth, and suddenly enlarge its sense of being to the full extent of the broad, blue, sunny deep! A greeting and a homage to the Sea! I descend over its margin, and dip my hand into the wave that meets me, and bathe my brow. That far-resounding roar is the Ocean's voice of welcome. His salt breath brings a blessing along with it

Caresses, expressions of one sort or another, are necessary to the life of the affections as leaves are to the life of a tree. If they are wholly restrained, love will die at the roots.

Our most intimate friend is not he to whom we show the worst, but the best of our nature.

The hand of one person may express more than the face of another.

The trees reflected in the river -- they are unconscious of a spiritual world so near to them. So are we.

It is a curious subject of observation and inquiry, whether hatred and love be not the same thing at bottom. Each, in its utmost development, supposes a high degree of intimacy and heart-knowledge; each renders one individual dependent for the food of his affections and spiritual life upon another; each leaves the passionate lover, or the no less passionate hater, forlorn and desolate by the withdrawal of his object.

Let men tremble to win the hand of woman, unless they win along with it the utmost passion of her heart!