Quotes About Connection

I'm very close to my dad. He's about six inches away right now and snoring in my ears.

People try to treat technology as an object, and it can't be. It can only be a channel.

If there's any object in human experience that's a precedent for what a computer should be like, it's a musical instrument: a device where you can explore a huge range of possibilities through an interface that connects your mind and your body, allowing you to be emotionally authentic and expressive.

What does it mean to not be alone? I've approached that question through music, technology, writing and other means.

After my mother's death, I had such difficulty relating to people.

When I was hungry I fed almost daily on the words of her songs.

Love is something huge You'll find out that Even if there were revolution in the whole wide world Still somewhere on green grass Lovers would have time to hold hands And lean their heads towards one another.

Když se jen dotkneš ruky mé a dla? tvá lehce padne do mé, struny, o kterých nevíme, ozvou se tiše, pov?domé.

His heart wants to be tied to another heart, even by deep stitches.

The text you print and the text you read can become an important API.

I speak onstage to try to establish some method of communication. The songs are supposed to be a way of communicating. But speech and drinks and sometimes chocolates are also a way of communicating.

To feel that you aren't important to your mother leaves a hole. Most often it is felt as a hole in the heart. It's the hole where Mother was supposed to be.

Feeling valued and known are also part of this belonging. If a family claims you as their own but you don't really feel that they know you or see you for who you are, you'll feel like an outsider within your own family.

Their interactions are like passing a shuttle of yarn back and forth, weaving a connection between their hearts.

the mother "holds the child's bits together." She is his glue, his container. When the mother is really there, lovingly holding the child, it gives the child something to hold on to. Ultimately, that is the mother's heart.

The sense of being connected somewhere is an important anchor in our lives. Without it, we can feel disconnected, lost, and ungrounded in the world. This is sometimes reflected in images of floating in a dark space, like an astronaut whose connecting cord is broken. Others describe it as drifting at sea, like a piece of flotsam. This feeling is often carried throughout life unless efforts are made to change the situation.

Just by gazing into the child's eyes, the mother communicates brain to brain with her child, bringing the child's limbic system into coherence with hers. (This is helpful when Mother is in a positive, regulated state but not when she is fussy and upset herself.)

Mothers don't need to be perfect, and can't be. The perfection, when there, is supplied through the eyes of the child—who, when the mother does a good-enough job meeting her basic needs, feels total adoration

We find the heaven within us when we recover our own preciousness; we find the heaven between us when another tenderly helps us heal; we find the heaven around us when, moving from hell to well, we find in the ordinary world the beauty and meaning that was earlier bleached out of it. And some, too, find a heaven of angels, which may pierce through the veils of our lives in moments of need or when our spiritual search takes us there.

Connecting to our own pain and the unique reality of our lives is a large part of the journey to spiritual maturity.

If one is desperate for love, I suggest looking at one's friends and family and see if love is all around. If not, get a new set of friends, a new family.

The building of friendship, family, community and love is complicated. We are so isolated in this country, no longer supported by tribes and villages.

You tell me your fantasies, and I will make everything we do so good for you, you won't be able to get enough

Last time I looked, in about 2009, social media was one big room full of people not listening to each other, shouting, 'My life's great!' I doubt this has changed.