Quotes About Connection

He was haunted by what he called "fixed points." In this uninterrupted stream of women, men, children, and dogs that pass by and end up lost from sight among the streets, it would be nice to hold on to a face once in a while.

Par moments, le lien s'amenuise et risque de se rompre, d'autres soirs la ville d'hier m'apparaît en reflets furtifs derrière celle d'aujourd'hui.

There's nothing to understand. When we really love someone, we've got to accept their role in the mystery. And that's why we love them.

Encore aujourd'hui, il m'arrive d'entendre, le soir, une voix qui m'appelle par mon prénom, dans la rue. Une voix rauque. Elle traîne un peu sur les syllabes et je la reconnais tout de suite: la voix de Louki.

Eram absolut hotarata sa nu ma mai intorc niciodata la gasca de la Canter. Mai tarziu, am regasit aceeasi stare de betie de fiecare data cand rupeam legatura cu cineva. Nu eram cu adevarat eu insami decat in clipa in care plecam. Singurele mele amintiri placute sunt cele ale fugii precipitate. Dar viata iesea intotdeauna invingatoare.

Many of us are busy "doing" but are not keeping our personal relationship with God in tune.

The path to significance is bigger than the individual.

Conor held tightly onto his mother. And by doing so, he could finally let her go.

In this world of numbness and information overload, the ability to feel, my boy, is a rare gift indeed.

Four lines, and the world went quiet. I'm sorry for telling everyone about your mum , read the first line. I miss being your friend , read the second. Are you okay? read the third. I see you , read the fourth, with the I underlined about a hundred times.

Conor was no longer invisible. They all saw him now. But he was further away than ever.

So we forgive each other?" The crooked smile climbs up one more time. "Again?" And I look right into his eyes, right into him as far as I can see, because I want him to hear me, I want him to hear me with everything I mean and feel and say. "Always," I say to him. "Every time.

Ow, Todd? Ow?

We share out craziness, our neuroses, our little bit of screwed-up-ness that comes from our family. We share it. And it feels like love.

I feel like I'm way down this deep, deep hole and I'm looking up and all there is is this little dot of light and I have to shout at the top of my lungs for anyone to hear me and even when I do, I say the wrong thing or they don't really listen or they're just humouring me.

Viola?" he says. And I turn to look at him - And when I do, I can hear everything he's thinking. Everything. Clearer than before, clearer than seems possible - And I'm not even sure I'm supposed to, but I look him in the eyes and I see it - In the middle of everything he's feeling - Even after we fought - Even after I doubted him - Even after I hurt him - I see how much he loves me.

And yeah, I know most people would think it weird that two guy friends touch as much as we do, but when you choose your family, you get to choose how it is between you, too. This is how we work. I hope you get to choose your family and I hope it means as much to you as mine does to me.

You notice that he does not ask, Where am I?" says the Mayor's voice, moving out there, somewhere. "His first words are, Where is she? And his Noise says the same. Interesting.

You love him," he says. Not an asking, just a fact. "I do," I say. Also a fact.

Viola? Keep calling for me– And I'll keep searching for you– And I'll find you– You bet yer life on it– I'll find you– Keep calling for me, Viola– Cuz here I come.

If one of us falls, we all fall.

Because even the one you hate leaves an absence when they go.

We're each other's questions, aren't we? The question that never gets an answer.

Just cuz yer going there and I'm staying here," I say. "It don't mean we're parting." "No," she says and I know she understands. "No, it certainly doesn't." "I ain't parting from you again," I say, still looking at our fingers. "Not even in my head.