Quotes About Connection

Thank you for listening, he wrote. Dear Beautiful, he wrote. I know I can trust you, he wrote. I think of you all day, he wrote. I wonder how you taste, he wrote. Secret-keeper, he wrote.

Leave a silence alone, no matter how awkward it felt. Invariably the other person filled it, often with something unexpected.

Shoot off an e-mail saying "A handwritten note will follow, but I just wanted to say how much I enjoyed talking to you. The job sounds terrific.

But though he lacked the gift of intimacy, in many ways his supportive love still came through to me. He somehow conveyed his belief in me without ever articulating it, and that was the single most sustaining thing in my life.

with the most infinite tenderness I have ever known in my life, he put his arms around me, gently, gently, and I embraced him around the neck, and we touched...

Don't you love being alive? asked Miranda. Don't you love weather and the colors at different times of the day, and all the sounds and noises like children screaming in the next lot, and automobile horns and little bands playing in the street and the smell of food cooking? I love to swim, too. said Adam. So do I, said Miranda, we never did swim together.

A story is like something you wind out of yourself. Like a spider, it is a web you weave, and you love your story like a child.

You just want to know that you're all right. You just want to feel all right." And now he dives into the sneer. Arty's sneer could flay a rhino. "That's all you need other people's love for!

Love has nothing to do with what you are expecting to get — only what you are expecting to give — which is everything. What you will receive in return varies. But it really has no connection with what you give. You give because you love and cannot help giving.

Peace is not won by those who fiercely guard their differences, but by those who with open minds and hearts seek out connections.

Miss Edmunds was one of his secrets. He was in love with her. Not the kind of silly stuff Ellie and Brenda giggled about on the telephone. This was too real and too deep to talk about, even to think about very much.

We are trying to communicate that which lies in our deepest heart, which has no words, which can only be hinted at through the means of a story. And somehow, miraculously, a story that comes from deep in my heart calls from a reader that which is deepest in his or her heart, and together from our secret hidden selves we create a story that neither of us could have told alone.

those of us who write for children are called, not to do something to a child, but be someone for a child.

But then, oh, my blessed, he smiled. I guess from that moment I knew I was going to marry Joseph Wojtkiewicz--God, pope, three motherless children, unspellable name and all. For when he smiled, he looked like the kind of man who would sing to the oysters.

We're alike, Jess would tell himself, me and Miss Edmunds . . . We don't belong at Lark Creek, Julia and me.

Allí, en su lugar secreto, sus sentimientos hervían dentro de él como un guisado en la lumbre; algunos eran tristes por su soledad, pero también había rastros de felicidad. Poder ser su único amigo en el mundo como ella lo era para él, le llenaba de satisfacción.

I just can't get the poetry of the trees, he said.

But I had never caused my parents 'a minute's worry'. Didn't they know that worry proves you care? Didn't they realize that I needed their worry to assure myself that I was something?

I feel very silly saying to you, Tell me all about yourself, but I wish you would. I want to get to know you. That's not how you get to know people. Don't you know? You can't talk it out, you've got to live into their lives, bad and good. You'll know me soon enough. What I want you to know.

Es bonito que alguien te adore. Aunque en ocasiones es incómodo.

My dearest Friend, As I am urging our students to write a note to their mothers away from Shanghai, I think of you as a mother to so many of our Chinese girls. The greatness and depth of your love only God knows how to measure and reward you. Thinking of you has always been an inspiration to me. I love you. Lovingly yours, Tszo-Sing Chen

Leslie was more than his friend. She was his other, more exciting self - his way to Terabithia and all the worlds beyond.

one day when I was changing her diapers she took my hand and put it on her tummy, so I tickled her. My reward was her first smile.

Shanna - Madam Beauchamp. You have provided the brightest moment in my day. As she stared, his lips moved further in soundless vow. I love you.