Quotes About Connection

If you want to win this world to Christ, you are going to have to sit in the smoking section. That is where lost people are found, and if you make them put their cigarette out to hear the message they will be thinking about only one thing: "When can I get another cigarette?

True prayer is joining with God's heart. God's heart is full of love for those who are the lost and least in this world. You cannot draw near to God and remain callous to the hurting.

The church is at its best in two's or three's-not in two or three hundreds or two or three thousands. "Where two or three are gathered together, there am I in the midst of them.

One of our church networks has as its purpose statement "To have a church within walking distance of every person living in Las Vegas.

We are all connected; To each other, biologically. To the earth, chemically. To the rest of the universe atomically.

I look up at the night sky, and I know that, yes, we are part of this Universe, we are in this Universe, but perhaps more important than both of those facts is that the Universe is in us. When I reflect on that fact, I look up—many people feel small, because they're small and the Universe is big, but I feel big, because my atoms came from those stars.

The atoms of our bodies are traceable to stars that manufactured them in their cores and exploded these enriched ingredients across our galaxy, billions of years ago. For this reason, we are biologically connected to every other living thing in the world. We are chemically connected to all molecules on Earth. And we are atomically connected to all atoms in the universe. We are not figuratively, but literally stardust.

Not only do we live among the stars, the stars live within us.

I know that the molecules in my body are traceable to phenomena in the cosmos. That makes me want to grab people on the street and say: 'Have you HEARD THIS?

I'm a 'people pleaser'—I think most performers are, and when I'm in front of an audience I'll try to make those folks happy any which way I can.

And each one there has one thing shared; They have sweated beneath the same sun, Look up in wonder at the same moon, And wept when it was all done, For being done too soon.

The art of love is who you share it with.

In a perfect world, you could fuck people without giving them a piece of your heart. And every glittering kiss and every touch of flesh is another shard of heart you'll never see again.

We owe it to each other to tell stories.

Then, one stupid person, no different from any other stupid person, wanders into your stupid life...you give them a piece of you. They don't ask for it. They do something dumb one day like kiss you or smile at you, and then your life isn't your own anymore.

Stories you read when you're the right age never quite leave you. You may forget who wrote them or what the story was called. Sometimes you'll forget precisely what happened, but if a story touches you it will stay with you, haunting the places in your mind that you rarely ever visit.

What I say is, a town isn't a town without a bookstore. It may call itself a town, but unless it's got a bookstore it knows it's not fooling a soul.

Libraries are our friends.

Cultural connections? Where did you learn that? In your metropolitan police cultural classes? He was an Indian Muslim. I'm a Chinese bastard. Apart from eating satay, I've probably got more in common with you than him. And we've got nothing in common.

To a degree that would be astonishing in the United States, Vietnamese in all walks of life could recite long passages from poems, recount folktales and legends, and discuss novels thirty years old as if the characters lived next door.

In a relationship you have to open yourself up.

Relationships in general make people a bit nervous. It's about trust. Do I trust you enough to go there?

HELEN You, too, Tom. You're a good man. (Kisses him back.) Good and strong and brave and … ummmm … lots of nice things … TOM … mmmmmm. I love it when you talk dirty.

TOM Come on! Seriously … HELEN Okay, okay … I'm … (Beat.) You have my hand there, you know. TOM Yeah, I … is that not …? HELEN It's fine. Just wanted to ask and see if it was an accident or not. TOM Umm … no. It wasn't, no. But … now you're making me self-conscious.