Quotes About Connection

Beatles. "All you need is love, love. Love is all you need.

Add that to love, Mr. Lassiter. That's what we all need. Love and loyalty.

That's the fallacy. Just because X happens and then Y happens, it doesn't mean that X caused Y.

So what's your definition?" "Two people who just have to be together," he replied without hesitation. "Two people who are not complete when they're apart. They're lovers and best friends, too. There's lust and laughter, and they can't imagine being with anyone else." "So Steve Solomon believes in romantic love?

12. When a man and woman are in total sync—thinking each other's thoughts, making each other laugh, bringing each other joy—they've hit the sweet spot, and just being together is better than . . . almost as good as sex.

8. Love is chemistry and

This parallel between physics and psychology should come as no big surprise, for it is the human mind that has created quantum physics in the first place.

That was the nature of presents. You kept them in the giver's stead. They were a small part of that person to keep.

Even when I begin with a situation that's basically funny or sad, I like to keep poking around in it. I like to get into the middle of a relationship, to explore the subtle places.

Close your eyes and I'll kiss you, Tomorrow I'll miss you.

I still believe that love is all you need. I don't know a better message than that.

When we were kids we always used to say, 'Okay, whoever dies first, get a message through.' When John died, I thought, 'Well, maybe we'll get a message,' because I know he knew the deal. I haven't had a message from John.

Music is like a psychiatrist. You can tell your guitar things that you can't tell people. And it will answer you with things people can't tell you.

When I think of how Jesus loved people, the word "cherish" comes to mind. When we cherish someone, we combine looking and compassion—we notice and care for that person. We don't shut him or her out.

If it's true that you have to love yourself before you can love someone else, then I suppose a certain self-regard must've kept me above water during my decade of drowning alone. But I think that in my case it was the other way—that I learned to love myself because someone else finally loved me. Seeing myself whole in another man's eyes, deeper than any mirror, and neither of us looking away because there's so much lost time to make up for.

And just getting into bed with somebody wasn't the magic solution, because people could hide their terrors in pure technique—depersonalizing so completely the body embraced that they felt nothing at all.

Perhaps we were atheists by default, but the matter of God did not come into the equation of our love.

Love and fuck in the same breath, even if it's your last.

If we learned to drive as badly as we learn to make love, the roads would be nothing but wrecks. The erotic can be a window into the deepest core of feeling, but more and more doesn't get you there.

Love and fuck in the same breath, even if it's your last.

For it turned out there were closets within the closet, and a lingering self-hatred that even the joy of connection couldn't solve. What love gives you is the courage to face the secrets you've kept from yourself, a reason to open the rest of the doors.

How do you think poetry helps people? he'd ask, wanting the whole thing quantified so he could compare it to digging wells in the Peace Corps.

I could only dimly articulate it then, but I think I believed that Art would give me entry into a no-man's-land where the laws of straight no longer applied. And that once I touched the soul of another artist, a comrade in arms, the bodies would fall into place like folds of a garment, twining us in a passion of the flesh. Pretty high-falutin', and an awful lot of effort just to get a man to go to bed with you.

I want the two million—or the five million, depending on whose scenario piques your fancy—to have themselves tested and know, so I will have people to talk to. Because after midnight and during weekends