Quotes About Connection

It's stressful to be a parent. It's stressful to be a person. But I've found that even in the most difficult moments, on the most challenging days, I can usually reach for a book and feel lifted up, returned to myself. On days when I've felt as though I have nothing left to give to my kids, I've been able to sit next to them and open a book. We start reading, and the world looks different.

A WOMAN SHOULD HAVE .... one friend who always makes her laugh... and one who lets her cry...

Every kiss has its own meaning. As the early-twentieth-century French chanteuse Mistinguett said: "A kiss can be a comma, a question mark, or an exclamation point. That's basic spelling that every woman ought to know.

Having a holiday weekend without a family member felt like putting on a sweater that had an extra arm.

You deserve to know that I love you, more than I ever intended to, more than I ever thought I could love someone whom I admittedly barely know. It's the dumbest love there is, love that doesn't come back -- to you.

There must be a different kind of love, one I haven't felt yet, when someone looks at you just like you're looking at him and you don't have to say anything.

It's mom and me sharing a blanket, in a rare quiet moment when all we're doing is enjoying each other. This woman made me. She should get to cuddle me whenever she wants. She spent years with me attached to her side. Why should it be weirder now that I'm more than a couple of decades old?

She needs me. And I need her.

There is such a special sweetness in being able to participate in creation.

Skype or FaceTime or even talk to her on the phone. Jaden had explained that he wanted to hear her voice and see her face for the first time in person. When she thought about it, that was kind of romantic. If it hadn't been for her Uncle

She looked at him and realized that she loved him, out of nowhere, pure and simple. She loved him: this boy who fit so naturally in the water, the wild, and in everything else. She loved him: this boy who seemed to grow up out of the ground itself. There was a part of her that had known this from the first time she had seen him. This was what love was: a landslide in your heart.

I love you, Zo. That's yours to keep. No matter what.

Bir güçlük daha var: insan sevdiÄŸi zaman, yaln?z yaÅŸamaz. Hatta art?k sevilmek istemediÄŸi zaman bile - ki, benim için bugün durum budur- yaln?z yaÅŸamaz. Bu, hiç olmazsa, hat?ralarla yaÅŸamaktan vazgeçmeyen içliler için doÄŸrudur, çünkü hal mevcut olmay?nca hat?ra olamaz. Ölmeyi istememiz beyhudedir.

Never make friends with people who are above or below you in status such friendship will never give you happiness.

To consider, Is this man of our own or an alien? is a mark of little-minded persons; but the whole earth is of kin to the generous-hearted.*

Tu vois, Jo, cette petite étoile au bout de la casserole, elle est comme toi, si tu l'enlèves, la casserole perd son équilibre, et toi, si on te retire de la famille, la famille s'écroule parce que tu es la joie incarnée, la bonne humeur, la générosité... et pourtant, avait poursuivi son père, elle a l'air bien modeste, cette étoile en bout de constellation, on la voit à peine...

And gun-owning truck drivers in Louisiana have more in common with trishul-wielding Hindus in India, bearded Islamists in Pakistan, and nationalists and populists elsewhere, than any of them realize.

we all share the same fate: we carry within us more love, and above all more longing than today's society is able to satisfy. We have all ripened for something, and there is no one to harvest the fruit Ã¢â'¬Â¦ Karl Mannheim (1922)

Pankaj Mishra (#iampm)

sometimes we hate something so much that we wind up identifying with it.

Next to the fire is where you are born and where you die. Around the fire is where encounters are sealed.

I've learned in my travels not to ask too many questions. It's better to talk about yourself. Offer something of yourself and your own story so that the dialogue turns into a bartering of firsts.

Noi siamo sul bordo sud del Mare del Nord, tu sul bordo nord del Mare del Sud

Man is a microcosm, or a little world, because he is an extract from all the stars and planets of the whole firmament, from the earth and the elements; and so he is their quintessence.