Quotes About Connection

How do you casually listen to something that makes the walls of your heart crumble?

Don't Stare Into Your i-Phone Too Long Lest The Abyss Stares Back at You

Unrequited love is quantum romance

Love is the spiritualisation of the sea on which a friendship set sail

Love is the fear of separation

Dynamite is loyal to the one who lights the fuse.

Perhaps nothing in sports or in life is as accessible to all as running. It didn't matter our language, creed, or skin color, running was a commonality we all shared. Two hundred of us ran down that highway as one. So many things in this world divide us, rip us apart, but here was something that united us, that brought us together. The fact that running is available to all doesn't diminish its significance; it amplifies it.

You can't have true love if it does not blossom in your heart.

Never leave a friend behind. Friends are all we have to get us through this life--and they are the only things from this world that we could hope to see in the next.

If one's friends do not openly laugh at him, they are not in fact his friends.

In short, anything that promotes a sense of isolation leads to chronic stress and, often, to illnesses like heart disease. Conversely, anything that leads to real intimacy and feelings of connection can be healing in the real sense of the word: to bring together, to make whole.

Love, social support, and intimacy. People who feel lonely, depressed, and isolated are three to ten times more likely to get sick and die prematurely from virtually all causes when compared to those who have strong feelings of love, connection and community. Chapter 7 describes how we can transform isolation into healing.

Even if you can't open your heart to people, open your heart to God; then you will know how to open your heart to people also.

Our feelings connect us in powerful ways. As Maya Angelou once wrote, "I've learned that people will forget what you said, people will forget what you did, but people will never forget how you made them feel.

Or as Swami Satchidananda once said, "We're born fine until we define ourselves, and then we use these definitions to see how we are different rather than how we are alike. So now we must refine ourselves.") Our participants were people who would not have had a lot to do with each other except for the fact that they had all volunteered for an unusual research project. At first it seemed like the only thing they had in common was that they all had heart disease.

Helping to correct the solipsistic tendencies of abstract contemplation is one of the most important roles of bodywork.

I stepped closer still. He closed his eyes again and covered my hand with his own. 'You smell of violets. You always smell of violets,' he said. 'You've no idea how many times I have walked these moors and smelled them and thought you were near. On and on I walked, following the scent of you, and you were never there. When I saw you in the hall tonight, I thought I had finally gone mad.

Because there is no power on earth that could make me abandon our friendship. There is no deed you could confess so dark that it would make me forsake you. You said of us once that we were quicksilver and the rest of the world mud. We are alike, shaped by Nature in the same mold, and whatever that signifies, it means that to spurn each other would be to spit in the face of whatever deity has seen fit to bring us together. We are the same, and to leave you would be to leave myself.

I had a vision of you, the first time I stepped into Grey House, the night Edward died. That was why I kept staring at you while he lay on the bed, convulsing between us. I had seen you standing before me, your hand in mine. I could not hear what was said between us, but there was a sense of belonging to you, as if I had always known you somehow, and you had been waiting for me. It came as rather a nasty shock to realise you were already married.

I see only a little, lady, but I know that your fortune is as twined with his as the ivy to the oak.

I would kiss the ground where your shadow fell just to be near you.

His lips twisted. 'Met. So tame a word for it. It was not a meeting, Veronica. I was introduced to her and it was like finding a part of myself that had been somehow walking the earth without me. She was my other half when I had not realized I was incomplete.

For where thou art, there is the world itself.

She is wrong, you know. What you do is important. You save people," I told him, pressing my lips to the half-moon scar high upon his cheekbone. "You saved me." His arm tightened about my waist and we stood for a long moment, wrapped in each other.