Quotes About Connection

Creo que lo único que quieres hacer cuando realmente has amado algo es transmitir su recuerdo a otros.

The only thing you can do is love, because it is the only thing that leaves light inside you, instead of the total, obliterating darkness.

People have a capacity to keep going even when their world has been shattered. We all long for connection, for affirmation that our lives matter.

A true friend might leave his buddy's side physically, but never mentally

Ask a series of questions, perhaps three to five, and after each, wait and sense the Universe's response to each question.

I don't just deliver mail," she said enthusiastically and with a great deal of pride. "I see myself helping to connect people to other people. I am helping to build the community. Besides, people depend on me and I don't want to let them down.

the I-It relationship, we treat other people as objects and expect something back from each relationship. In contrast, in the I-Thou relationship we relate to others out of respect, friendship, and love.

Sadly, we are losing the "soul" of our communities, ignoring the danger that when a community (or society) loses its soul, it loses itself.

granddaughter, eliciting a round of laughter. "Do you want more food, YiaYia?" asked her granddaughter

With the Internet, we can choose the very communities we want to be a part of.

From the beauty they deserve will come the love they deserve. And from the love will follow truth.

Blood is thicker than water, as people say. (But then again so is ketchup.)

I think it really makes a difference when you know the people that you're working with, when you develop a relationship.

I consider my mom and all my sisters my friends.

The main point in this connection is the injunction appended to the heavenly voice: "Hear Him." This command refers specially to the doctrine of the cross preached by Jesus to the twelve, and so ill received by them.

Among the uneducated (which frankly you would call the general population where I live) the serious reader is a lonely person. He goes about among the crowds with his thoughts stuffed inside him. He probably dare not even mention them to his nearest pals for fear of being thought a schmo. There's a hunger in his eyes for someone to talk to.

He was in her thoughts – a deep tender sultry garden.

I was by now used to people being surprised by me and my background, and their surprise offended me. I was always having to be what I was looking for in the world, wishing the person I would become already existed — some other I before me. I was forever finding even the tiniest way to identify with someone to escape how empty the world seemed to be of what I was.

Did you ever see a bee lying drunk on a rose? Lost in the petal, so close you can't see its tiny burrowing. In this way, I hang as I can. As close as I can.

He smiles at me, and it is a knock on my chest, as if he had reached out and rapped it. My chest opens, my heart admits him.

Sometimes, I think I know what my grandparents were listening for. Sound waves don't ever go away. Not one sound goes away. The wave simply expands, infinitely. The sound remains. Imagine a cosine arc the size of Jupiter, and that might be the size of the wave of the last thing Peter ever said. I'd need an ear the size of another solar system to hear him again.

It isn't just that you fall in love with someone—you each allow yourself new identities with each other, new skins, almost like a cocoon to who you'll be next.

Every now and then, you find a book that feels like it was keyed to your DNA.

I needed to teach writing students to hold on—to themselves, to what matters to them, to the present, the past, the future. And to the country. And to do so with what they write. We won't know when the world will end. If it ever does, we will be better served when it does by having done the work we can do.