Quotes About Connection

Souls cross ages like clouds cross skies, an' tho' a cloud's shape nor hue nor size don't stay the same, it's still a cloud an' so is a soul. Who can say where the cloud's blowed from or who the soul'll be 'morrow? Only Sonmi the east an' the west an' the compass an' the atlas, yay, only the atlas o' clouds.

Every relationship has its own language. It takes a long time to evolve and read one another. Just as it's true for people, it's also true on a national or cultural level.

Think Stephen King is one of us?

Your unconscious mind is trying to figure out how to talk to your conscious.

Except in situations of extreme uncertainty- invasions, assassinations, epidemics, earthquakes- people don't necessarily want to be told, "That's the way it is." But they do want to be told, "That's the way I think it is," by someone they feel they know, and by someone who lots of their friends feel they know.

Like characters in good books or movies, families and friends don't communicate with one another in composed prose. It's all action. Even the words we use- the movie characters' dialogue- are action. And it's almost all improvised.

David Nadelberg

There are very few people that I deal with from a business side that it's just strictly a one-sided business relationship. I think that's important.

If you're my friend I should be able to talk to you but I can't, and if I can't talk to you, well, what is the point of you? Of us?

Do you miss her?' 'Who? Emma? Of course. Every day. She was my best friend.

A moment passed, perhaps half a second when their faces said what they felt, and then Emma was smiling, laughing, her arms around his neck.

Sorry' he said. 'No, I'm sorry.' 'What are you sorry for?' 'Rattling on like a mad old cow. I'm sorry, I'm tired, bad day, and I'm sorry for being so...boring.' 'You're not that boring.' 'I am, Dex. God, I swear I bore myself.' 'Well, you don't bore me.' He took her hand in his. 'You could never bore me. You're one in a million, Em.

Why can't you just love me? Why can't you just be in love with me?

For his thirtieth birthday he had filled a whole night-club off Regent Street; people had been queuing on the pavement to get in. The SIM card of his mobile phone in his pocket was overflowing with telephone numbers of all the hundreds of people he had met in the last ten years, and yet the only person he had ever wanted to talk to in all that time was standing now in the very next room.

The sad fact is that I love Dickens and Donne and Keats and Eliot and Forster and Conrad and Fitzgerald and Kafka and Wilde and Orwell and Waugh and Marvell and Greene and Sterne and Shakespeare and Webster and Swift and Yeats and Joyce and Hardy, really, really love them. It's just that they don't love me back.

He put one hand lightly on the back of her neck and simultaneously she placed one hand lightly on his hip, and they kissed in the street as all around them people hurried home in the summer light, and it was the sweetest kiss that either of them would ever know. This is where it all begins. Everything starts here, today. And then it was over.

Call me or I'll call you, but one of us will call, yes? What I mean is it's not a competition. You don't lose I you phone first.

No, friends were like clothes: fine while they lasted but eventually they wore thin or you grew out of them.

I love you is an interesting phrase, in that apparently small alterations–taking away the I, adding a word like lots or loads–render it meaningless.

As soon as she'd met him at the arrivals gate on his return from Thailand, lithe and brown and shaven-headed, she knew that there was no chance of a relationship between them. Too much had happened to him, too little had happened to her.

I want my best friend back, she thinks, because without him nothing is good and nothing is right.

Cuddling was for great aunts and teddy bears. Cuddling gave him cramp.

Alice doesn't seem to mind because she's laughing too, and biting her lip, all doe-eyed, and tossing her freshly washed hair, and Norton tosses his lovely, glossy hair back, and she tosses her hair in return, and he tosses his, and she tosses hers, and it;s like some mating ritual on a wildlife program.

Cherish your friends, stay true to your principles, live passionately ,experience new things, love and be loved.