Quotes About Connection

Love is never governed by Reason.

it felt healing to be pressed against him. As if some wound he never knew he had healed itself more each time they touched.

I still didn't know I had written it to do this, but then I did. I wish I could show you the roomful of people who've told me the novel is the story of their lives. Each of them as different as could be. I still don't know if I'd be in that room.

And while it never felt like love or community, it had almost felt like not being alone.

She said this watching my eyes as if she were testing the edge of a blade on me. And so I made sure not to flinch.

her interest was not the beginning of a friendship but more of a measuring. She

The smile he gives Mr. Zhe on greeting is more intimate than a kiss hello.

To write is to sell a ticket to escape, not from the truth but into it. My job is to make something happen in a space barely larger than the span of your hand, behind your eyes, distilled out of all that I have carried, from friends, teachers, people met on planes, people I have seen only in my mind, all my mother and father ever did, every favorite book, until it meets and distills from you, the reader, something out of the everything it finds in you.

I could stand before him, be in his arms as I was just then, and still be lost to him, some phantom of a desire he cherished more than he cherished me, the woman he claimed to love.

I tilt my head back and carefully toss my hair over my right shoulder in the way I have seen my younger sister do. I realize I know one more thing about her than I did before - what it feels like to do this and why you would. It's like your own little thunderclap.

He had said this to me before, and as I heard it, I felt as if I were vanishing into all the other times he had said this to me, returning to a single place where I was always leaving him, and on my return, he was always saying something of this kind.

One Said, 'My grandfather once planted a Langra tree but, before he could eat the fruit, he had to marry it to another tree. A tamarind. Custom decreed it.' 'I know about that custom,' said a colleague. 'The jasmine is considered a suitable bride for a mango.

Infinite are man's expressions of beauty and love; open your eyes your ears and your heart to them and you will unite the peoples of the world." "Entre los hombres, infinitas son las expresiones de la belleza y del amor; al abrirse a ellas los ojos, los oídos y los corazones seunirán los pueblos del mundo.

Mr. Watson, come here, I want you.

Real meaning comes from taking care of those you love, letting them know how you feel. Fortunately, we have countless opportunities to give a bit of ourselves each day through a thoughtful act, a word of appreciation, or a sense of understanding.

I always feel how necessary you are to me. But when you are absent, I become still more sensible of it and look around in vain for that satisfaction which you alone can bestow.

Let Americans disdain to be the instruments of European greatness! Let the thirteen States, bound together in a strict and indissoluble Union, concur in erecting one great American system, superior to the control of all transatlantic force or influence, and able to dictate the terms of the connection between the old and the new world!

You can awaken people by dreaming their dreams more clearly than they dream themselves.

The philosophical study of nature endeavors, in the the vicissitudes of phenomena, to connect the present with the past.

It was so wonderful to find people who were, well, like people should be.

Actually, this seems to be the basic need of the human heart in nearly every great crisis — a good hot cup of coffee.

Quando si ama veramente qualcuno, disse lei, avesse anche perduto gli occhi, si riuscirebbe comunque a vederlo, e avesse anche perduto le braccia, si riuscirebbe comunque ad abbracciarlo.

I'd like to teach you the names of these trees, to confess how much I need to miss you to finish this off.

We live in an ocean of air like fish in a body of water. By our breathing we are attuned to our atmosphere. If we inhibit our breathing we isolate ourselves from the medium in which we exist. In all Oriental and mystic philosophies, the breath holds the secret to the highest bliss.