Quotes About Connection

To become sensible of oneness with the Divine heart before any sense of separation has been felt, this is surely the most beautiful way for the child to find God.

It was a friendship born of propinquity and circumstance, not of true affinity.

Not all at once can the soul talk with God, be He ever so near.

No one can fall in love at first sight. Love is built over years, not snapped into existence like a flame that can be as easily extinguished.

We'll smell of fish forever," I said. "That would be nice.

Then he strode toward me as if certain I was about to bolt and he must catch me before I did so.

That was why I kept stealing books out of the parlor and returning them. For the only books I ever took were my father's journals. Didn't I have some right to them, being that they, and I, were all that remained of him?

When acquaintances embrace, one can read the gap between them. When friends, when siblings embrace, no matter how close, there is still an infinitesimal distance, like a layer of molecules, separating them. When a mother hugs her child, they meet. But when lovers embrace, they don't just meet but join. Tess

No greater bond existed than love sealed by trust.

I am like you, Bloodheart," he said, his voice hoarse; but his voice always was hoarse now, for he had survived worse injuries than these. The iron collar, and his chains, weighed heavily on his neck. "My heart rests not within me but with another, and she is far away from here. That is why you will never defeat me.

She can only see other people in reference to how they make her feel

What's wrong with writing about love? Everybody longs for love.

Stories cannot exist without a storyteller.

I was afraid this day would never come, she whispered. He cupped her face in his hands. I told you love works magic.

you are the kind of person that sears into the soul. I have never been able to get you out of my mind.

The expression on her face told me that it was her mom.

The book, Anna Karenina, is] a mirror held up to the real, grimy, quotidian interactions of married life, of which romance is little more than a passing mood: marriage, that slippery social contract that, if it works at all, depends more on indulgent disconnection than on some kind of sacred accord.

Music (is) woven into the fabric of the corporeal world.

whatever age you are, you will always be his daughter, his little girl. He cannot help but want to protect you. It is the way of things.

We are who we are, because of those we choose to love and because of those who love us.

L'âme d'autrui est une forêt obscure où il faut marcher avec précaution. (The soul of another is a dark forest in which one must tread carefully.)

how his grandfather used to stroke his brow

All we know, Midnight. The best of all we know. For Chestry Valley and its master we loved. For Nana. For Sugarloaf and Brimstone Farm. For Pop and Mom and Tom. For the foals to come. For yesterday and for all tomorrows, we dance the best we know. For good-by.

He praised the mare and tugged at her ear. He flattered the cob as well, liking him suddenly; sorry for him because his plain looks concealed such a generous heart.