Quotes About Connection

There are loves that outlive lovers.

I sometimes feel as though we are all daughters of the same mythical mother. Some of us are super direct, funny. Others are pensive, inquisitive, maudlin, bitter, sarcastic, or a combination of all those things. Yet we have all been orphaned, except by our words, which we eventually turn to in order to make sense of the impossible, the unknowable.

Isabelle didn't need to call my name. Not because of the twin telepathy thing people always talk about, but because we were holding hands. We were holding hands the tightest we have ever held hands in our entire lives. We were holding hands just as we had on the day we were born.

And they shared, as she put it, an impractical love.

Your son is my friend,...He is my very terrible and imperfect and dear friend.

For those we don't see For those who are not here.

Father Romain always made much of our being from the same place, just as Sebatstien did. Most people here did. It was a way of being joined to your old life through the presence of another person. At times you could sit for a whole evening with such individuals, just listening to their existence unfold, from the house where they were born to the hill where they wanted to be buried. It was their way of returning home, with you as a witness or as someone to bring them back to the present...

But there's something about music, when you feel it deeply, when you understand it so well, the way Isabelle understands it, there is something about it that makes scary things seem to disappear. If only for a little while -Giselle

Each death frames previous deaths in a different light, and even deaths to come. During the time my mother was sick, I found myself crying uncontrollably over the deaths of people I barely knew.

His eyes surveyed all the familiar details of his fingers, pausing only for an instant when our pupils met and trying to communicate with the simple flutter of a smile all those things we could not say because there was the cane to curse, the harvest to dread, the future to fear.

the major relational problem for our species is not getting together; protoplasm loves to join. The problem is preserving self in a close relationship. No human on planet Earth does that well.

the "old world" view separates data from emotional process and focuses leaders on the "talking heads" of others, while the "new world" view focuses leaders on the nature of their own presence.

Valentine Weather Kiss me with rain on your eyelashes, come on, let us sway together, under the trees, and to hell with thunder.

You are my sun, my moon, and all my stars.

Since Feeling is first who ever pays any attention to the syntax of things will never wholly kiss you...

That we wouldn't be able to do. Not even if we wanted it more than anything in the world. Because once we've touched a world, it stays touched.

Everything's connected," I answered. "That doesn't mean everyone's working towards the same goal.

To live is better than not to live. Even for a few hours, in the company of friends.

Life is great if properly viewed in any aspect; it is mainly great when viewed in connection with the world to come.

I think anger and laughter are very close to each other, when you think about it.

the end of your praying is not to inform God, as though he knew not your wants already; but rather to inform yourselves, to

For the first time, the first, I laid my heart open to the benign indifference of the universe. To feel it so like myself, indeed, so brotherly, made me realize that I'd been happy, and that I was happy still.

Friendship often ends in love but love in friendship--never.

Un soir qu'ils étaient couchés l'un près de l'autre, comme elle lui demandait d'inventer un poème qui commencerait par je connais un beau pays, il s'exécuta sur-le-champ. Je connais un beau pays Il est de l'or et d'églantine Tout le monde s'y sourit Ah quelle aventure fine Les tigres y sont poltrons Les agneaux ont fière mine À tous les vieux vagabonds Ariane donne des tartines. Alors, elle lui baisa le la main, et il eut honte de cette admiration.