Quotes About Connection

Mais puisque je ne peux pas m'arracher à l'objectivité qui m'écrase, ni à la subjectivité qui m'exile, puisqu'il ne m'est pas possible de m'élever jusqu'à l'être, ni de tomber dans le néant, il faut que j'écoute. Il faut que je regarde autour de moi plus que jamais… Le monde… Mon semblable… Mon frère… »

Sen bir insan?n dostunun olmas? ne demek bilir misin? Her ?eyini söyleyebilece?i de?il, hiçbir ?ey söylemeyebilece?in birisinin olmas?. Birlikte susabilece?in biri. Her an ula?abilece?in bir dinlenme gibi. ??te, böyle bir ?eyim var benim. Her ?eyden daha sa?lam, daha de?erli. Böyle bir ?eye sahibim ben.

Skye's always saying exactly the wrong thing to people-it wasn't just special for you.

If there could be anything worse than having a parent die, it would be having a parent who never bothered to meet you.

It seemed that the closer the girls got to Mrs. Tifton, the louder Skye squished, like a monster jellyfish with feet.

She sat down again. "Oh, Dominic, love has no measure." "What?" "I mean, yes, please kiss me.

He leaned down and bravely kissed her on the cheek. "Don't forget. You're waiting for me until we're both thirteen." She just as bravely kissed him back. "I won't forget.

Skye picked her up and tucked her in next to Batty, who now stirred and murmured a few words that sounded like "bee" and "sharp." This made no sense to Skye—and then she wondered if Rosalind had ever gone around at night listening to her sisters talking in their sleep. How strange. But Skye had nothing to worry about. She was certain that anything she herself said would be more interesting than boys' names or bees.

her. And as long as she liked music and got along with Penderwicks. And

Jeanne Birdsall

His sympathy made tears spring to Lina's eyes. Doon looked startled for a moment, and then he took a step toward her and wrapped his arms around her. He gave her a squeeze so quick and tight that it made her cough, and then it made her laugh. She realized all at once that Doon--thin, dark-eyed Doon with his troublesome temper and his terrible brown jacket and his good heart--was the person that she knew better than anyone now. He was her best friend.

She realized all at once that Doon, thin, dark eyed Doon, with his troublesome temper and his terrible brown jacket, and his good heart---- was the person she knew better than anyone now. He was her best friend. --City of Ember--

Lina loved her little sister so much that it was like an ache under her ribs.

They lifted their faces to the astonishing warmth. The sky arched over them, a pale, clear blue. Lina felt as though a lid that had been on her all her life had been lifted off. Light and air rushed though her, making a song, like the songs of Ember, only it was a song of joy. She looked at Doon and saw that he was smiling and crying at the same time, and she realized that she was, too.

It's for my God, the god of dogs, and snakes and dust mites and albino bears and Siamese twins, the god of stars and starships and other dimensions, the god who loves everyone and makes everything marvelous.

I love you. Witchy, itchy, or otherwise.

Stowne leaned in to kiss her, their mouth warm, soft as fine sand and still smiling.

Dents in your mutual armor. No wonder you both look battered.

The inward turning to Him is easy, natural and effortless, because He is at your centre. He is drawing you.

All readers are good readers, when they have the right book.

To love someone," she said. "I can tell from your face that you love this man, and you loved your husband, too. What is it like?" "It is . . . wonderful," I replied. "It gives me a reason to wake up every morning. When he is happy, I am happy; when he is sad, I want only to cheer him. It is the best thing in life; nothing else comes close to it.

Love isn't really about what we think of the other person, but how we feel about ourselves when we are with that person.

You can make your life so much larger simply be acknowledging everyone else's.

If I'm going to be working out here in a place that at least feels like the middle of nowhere, I'm going to need access to the outside world. It's important to have access. Solitude is one thing, but you could turn into the Unabomber if you don't have some connection to people.