Quotes About Connection

Met jou was ik gewoon blank, zonder jou ben ik gebroken wit.

I will putter as though I had not heard,And lift him into my arms and singWhether he hears my song or not.

Being in a rock band is about touring. It's about writing songs and it's about making records but it's also about taking a wonderful smile onto that stage and making the people feel good about themselves.

Supplication creates blessing, and although the blessing is understood as something given to you, something that somehow engulfs you from the outside, in fact blessing really isn't given to you at all. When you supplicate, you generate faith and devotion. That faith and devotion cause the appearance of what we call blessing.

Each attractive form that shows its face to you, Destiny will soon steal it from the eyes of you. Go and give your heart to someone who in all turns of existence Always has been with you and always will be with you.

O, man of importance, perhaps with money and offspring you may start, But it is clear that with all these after a short time you will have to part. Happy is he who connects his heart to the Beloved. And with heart and soul is tied to the folk of heart.

Neighbour, companion, fellow traveller, all are He! In mendicant's habit and in king's satin, all are He! In the assemblies of separation and in the private places of union, By God, all are He, once again: by God, all are He

He smelled like sweat and sex and Sean, a potent combination that made her want to hold him here inside her and never let him go.

She couldn't deny him anything. She reached behind her and unhooked the bra, leaving breasts completely bare to his stroking hands. Her mouth sought his, licking, sucking, leaning into his touch as she tried to tell him without words how much she wanted him, needed him. How desperate she was for his touch, how she'd needed him, needed this, all along and hadn't even realized it.

Like punch through the brick wall he'd built around himself and give in to the sudden, desperate urges to touch, to taste, to feel. Krista Fucking Slater. Of all the women in the world, why was she the only one who managed to remind him he was still alive in a way no one had been able to in three long years?

Ellie's son, Nicholas,

If someone loves you, go home to them.

These are the things we do sometimes, she thinks. We remind ourselves of why we're in love, so that we can stay that way. It's not a permanent state, remember that, she tells herself.

These people all woke up this morning and reminded themselves to be human beings. Not everyone knows how to do that. No vermin, my people. Real human beings.

Middlestein thought texting was the same as Morse code, and the more people texted, the closer American came to being a nation at war.

And she was funny and beautiful and she liked the same books, the same music, and she wanted everything I did, was in the exact same place I was in life, and just like that, add water and mix, instant love.

He clicked through a dozen of them until he found a picture of a dark, curly haired woman, ample, smiling, appearing much younger than sixty, so familiar-looking that he was immediately attracted to her simply because he found familiarity, rare these days, so comforting. He opened her ad and realized he was staring at a picture of his wife,

When the world comes to an end, we'll all still be trying to charge our phones. Until the last second.

I've never been in love. Isn't that shame? Not knowing how it feels like.

Her father there, her mother here. A universe-sized gap between them.

Barbra joined her at the table and sipped from an enormous glass of water filled with lemon slices. Ah, yes, and there's her lunch, she thought.

I'll admit that each time I've seen her I've spilled my guts and felt cleansed. Then I become convinced I never need to see her again.

I always reel for a few days after I witness someone's personal truth. I walk around feeling like I'm wearing their essence like a tight sweater.

I kiss him and he kisses me and we laugh and we are close and I believe so deeply in that moment that I can tolerate his bullshit.