Quotes About Connection

I don't know if this makes me a bad person or whatever, but it's hard for me to get interested in other people's vacations.

I was trying to make art that my son could look on in the future and would realize I was thinking about him very much during these times... that he can look and see my dad's thinking about me, but to also embed in these things something that is bigger than all of us.

Perhaps because I'll never be one, humans are interesting to me.

Why do so many people start their messages with, "It's me"? Of course it is you. We all know that. But who the hell ARE you?

Feeling - what authentic human fun!

Oh, they told me everything. About their families and crops, their animals, their failures and triumphs, the weather, their first time with a woman, how many shekels or denarii their neighbors still owed them or they owed their neighbors. What a blessing it was when a cloud crossed the sun. They talked about weakness and temptation and evil. And they talked about their hopes.

Whatever it is, we always depend on the kindness of the strange.

Shared understanding is when we both understand what the other person is imagining and why.

Talking with her was like listening to a ballad on a radio station that fades in and out as you drive, sometimes clear and sentimental and tuned perfectly to the passing land, sometimes filled with static, lost, a song played too many times.

The earth hums? - Of course it does. What a stupid question! Don't you hear it?

God made us walking animals—pedestrians. As a fish needs to swim, a bird to fly, a deer to run, we need to walk, not in order to survive, but to be happy."38 That thought is beautiful, perfectly obvious, and probably impossible to prove.

That bastard's brain waves had infiltrated my scrotum, reconnecting my vas deferens

I like to think of it as, my parents live with me,

Music is most magical when everyone can lose the burden of self and be put back together as a part of something bigger, or other. I think of it as egos blending, singer into musician into listener. Something like that feels right to me. Anyway, it's something worth aiming for.

search for "Rich Kelly & Friendship" and "I'd Like to Teach the World to Sing." Then watch it. In its entirety. But if you're in a hurry, fast-forward to the 1:35 mark, when the bassist breaks into a happy foot solo.

Your ego wants to conceal your insecurity and your fear. And that's why it can be such an unwelcome intrusion when we're trying to create or perform. You need your human frailty to be at least somewhat visible if you want to connect on an emotional level

There's an amazing opportunity that so few people ever have in their lives to fulfill a wish for somebody. It's so rare that such a simple act, like playing a song someone loves, can make someone so happy. If you have that opportunity—the power to do that for anyone—that's an incredible gift.

if we all learn anything from being alive on this planet, it's that people will lie to you, especially about how much or little they care about you. And I would guess there's a lot more similarity in how we suffer than the way we experience joy.

This is the real gift of human language and our desire to connect: that it works.

Don't we want more than anything to make something that reflects who we are and how we feel honestly enough that someone else might feel seen or acknowledged, and less alone?

I find it's almost impossible to put two words together and not find at least some meaning. We're conditioned to look for patterns and identify mysteries to solve much more than we are designed to dictate what we're searching for. I recommend allowing that natural curiosity and our sense-making brains to do their thing.

If a song is memory in some way, let's create a moment that you won't forget. There are lots of ways to do that

showing up with a reliably open heart and a will to share whatever spirit you can muster is what resonates and transcends technical perfection.

We were always finding each other and losing each other and finding each other again, and that was just the way of us.