Quotes About Connection

Flora reached out and grabbed hold of William Spiver's hand, and he held on to her. It was as if he were drowning and she were standing on solid ground. According to TERRIBLE THINGS! drowning people were desperate, out of their minds with fear. In their panic they could pull you, the rescuer, under, if you weren't careful. So Flora held on tightly to William Spiver. And he held on tightly back.

I loved the preacher so much. I loved him because he loved Winn-Dixie. I loved him because he was going to forgive Winn-Dixie for being afraid. But most of all, I loved him for putting his arm around Winn-Dixie like that, like he was already trying to keep him safe.

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Despereaux turned. He looked up and into the Head Mouse's eyes. They were dark eyes, deep and sad and frightened. And as Despereaux looked into them, his heart thudded once, twice.

I am alone in the world, Dolores, and I am homesick for my own kind.

You know, my eyes ain't too good at all. I can't see nothing but the general shape of things, so I got to rely on my heart. Why don't you go on and tell me everything about yourself, so as I can see you with my heart.

Sometimes, it seemed like everybody in the world was lonely.

nothing is sweeter in this sad world than the sound of someone you love calling your name.

Well now, look at that," she said. "That dog is smiling at me." "It's a talent of his," I told her. "It is a fine talent," Miss Franny said. "A very fine talent." And she smiled back at Winn-Dixie. "We could be friends," I said to Miss Franny. "I mean you and me and Winn-Dixie, we could all be friends.

I have been loved, Edward told the stars.

It's kind of a strange church and I thought Winn-Dixie would fit right in.

Did Rob make it?" Sistine asked Willie May. "He did," said Willie May. "It looks alive. Is it like your bird that you let go?

Kate DiCamillo

Baby leaned back in her seat. The train seemed to be going faster, and from somewhere far away Baby heard music. It was a song that she knew but couldn't quite place. Do you hear music? she said to Sheila. I hear something, said Sheila. She closed her eyes. She was quiet. I've got a physics professor who says that the stars sing to each other all the time. Isn't that cool? Maybe the music we're hearing is the stars singing.

When we read together, we connect. Together, we see the world. Together, we see one another. Author,s note

If you have no intentions on loving or being loved, than the journey is pointless.

Frank thought how mysterious the world was, how unexplainable and sometimes frightening. But to sit in the kitchen and read to someone he loved and to push back the darkness with a story--that was a wonderful thing.

know to be a safe port in a storm?" Flora suddenly remembered her dream, how warm William Spiver's hand had felt in her own. She blushed. Whom did she trust? Good grief, she trusted William Spiver.

I believe, sometimes, that the whole world has an aching heart.

I kept on going over and over the list in my head. I memorized it the same way I had memorized the list of ten things about my mama. I memorized it so if I didn't find him, I would have some part

It's hard not to immediately fall in love with a dog who has a good sense of humor.

To have someone get out of bed and bring you little fishes and sit with you as you eat them in the dark of night. To hum to you. This is love.

greatly. If you have no intention of loving or being loved, then the whole journey is pointless.

Reader, nothing is sweeter in this sad world than the sound of someone you love calling your name. Nothing.