Quotes About Connection

every boy carries a variation on hanging himself in the backyard branches in the rain. At least the one I saw did. I love nobody. I feel I am on the verge of loving everybody. Then I step outside my room. And he is waiting there.

The chemistry of their roots and the perfumes their leaves pump out change when we're near. . . . When you feel good after a walk in the woods, it may be that certain species are bribing you. So many wonder drugs have come from trees, and we haven't yet scratched the surface of the offerings. Trees have long been trying to reach us. But they speak on frequencies too low for people to hear.

What do you think has become of the young and old men? And what do you think has become of the women and children? They are alive and well somewhere, The smallest sprout shows there is really no death, And if ever there was it led forward life, and does not wait at the end to arrest it, And ceas'd the moment life appear'd. All goes onward and outward, nothing collapses, And to die is different from what any one supposed, and luckier.

But people aren't alone, and they never have been.

His hand goes out, gesturing toward the conifers. It amazes me how much they say, when you let them. They're not that hard to hear. The (other) man chuckles. We've been trying to tell you that since 1492.

I never knew how strong a drug other people are.

What we care for, we will grow to resemble. And what we resemble will hold us, when we are us no longer...

She becomes her father's star and only pupil for the simple reason that she alone, of all the family, sees what he knows: plants are willful and crafty and after something, just like people.

The whole race suffered from Capgras. those birds danced like our next of kin, called and parented and taught and navigated all just like our blood relations. Half their parts were still ours. Yet humans waved them off: Imposters. at most, a strange spectacle to gaze at from a blind.

The moon is a blazing telephone that anyone on Earth might call him on, simply by looking up and seeing what he sees.

Someday we'll learn again how to train on this living place, and holding still will be like flying.

Now they need only learn what life wants from humans.

the word tree and the word truth come from the same root.

We'd drifted too far to rely on the old boyhood telepathy anymore.

If you would learn the secrets of Nature, you must practice more humanity ...

Trees give it all away, don't they?

For the first time, she realizes that being alone is a contradiction in terms. Even in a body's most private moments, something else joins in.

How long does it take to know anyone? Five minutes, and done. Nothing can move you off a first impression. That person in your life's passenger seat? Always a hitchhiker, to be dropped off just down the road.

He has always been alien to her, a man of procedures where there should be passions. Now she wonders if he might have died, once, too.

Who does the tree-hugger really hug, when he hugs a tree?

That's the trouble with people, their root problem. Life runs alongside them, unseen. Right here, right next.

What?" he asks the tree. "What? " The tree feels no need to reply.

The solitary act of sitting over the page and waiting for her hand to move may be as close as she'll ever get to the enlightenment of plants.

There was a planet that couldn't figure out where everyone was. It died of loneliness. That happened billions of times in our galaxy alone.