Quotes About Connection

Most of all, I keep working because I trust that creativity is always trying to find me, even when I have lost sight of it.

My friend Kate once went to a concert of Mongolian throat singers who were traveling through New York City on a rare world tour. Although she couldn't understand the words to their songs, she found the music almost unbearably sad. After the concert, Kate approached the lead Mongolian singer and asked, What are your songs about? He replied, Our songs are about the same things that everyone else's songs are about: lost love, and somebody stole your fastest horse.

We all of us need to be toppled off the throne of self, my dear, he said. Perched up there the tears of others are never upon our own cheek.

The very old and the very young have something in common that makes it right that they should be left alone together. Dawn and sunset see stars shining in a blue sky; but morning and midday and afternoon do not, poor things.

He grinned at her, and she grinned at him, and it seemed to Maria that suddenly the sun came out.

I have known him nearly all my life, and I am going to marry him, so that there won't ever be a time when I shan't know him.

All human beings have their otherness and it is that which cries out to the heart.

Those who have deeply suffered in some particular way are welded together in an understanding incomprehensible to those who have not so suffered.

I love him too and believe he loves me, but does he like me, which is not the same as love?

To see your mother as a baby, that is what it's like, and therefore heartbreaking and wretched, and therefore also cleansing in some crooked way, the self wiped clean of static, pared down to its essentials, the human core that bore you, which was borne.

and he flew in to her from the clutter of Somerville, the compost heap behind the Harvard Yard.

Allo, darlin'. Oi'm so glad to see it's love at first sight for you, too.

Take the Friendmaker, for instance. Oi called 'im that , and now, when people see 'im, they instantly want to be my friend. Those that live, o' course. - Grunthor

I had always thought of home not as a house, or even a place, but a feeling of safety and acceptance, a warm light when the rest of the world was a dark, forbidding place. Whenever my family was around, wherever we were, I felt like I was home.

May the stars guide you. May the winds cleanse all ills and remain at your back. May the earth protect you and give you strength. May fire guard you, and rain refresh you, may all nature be your friend until we meet again in this place.

Please remember that just because love isn't expressed doesn't mean it isn't felt.

I watched you for years," she whispered. The tears were drying on her cheeks, and heat was building within her. If he would just touch her. Touch her there. "I watched you and you never saw me.

He looked down at her as he eased from the bed. Why such a creature of light and love and life should have come to him, he could not fathom. But he was grateful. Very grateful.

That thought—that she was carrying his babe—steadied him enough to start off again. It was a strange but not unwelcome feeling to know that she carried his child. That someday she would hold a babe against her pretty white breast and that the child would be part of him as well. For the first time in a very long while, he yearned to see tomorrow.

You are different. She lifted a hand to delicately trace his hairline. He closed his eyes, feeling her fingers tremble against his skin. For whatever reason, she said softly, when you are with me, you are simply Isaac and I am Coral.

A mother never abandons her child, even when he seems to want it

He was aware, suddenly, of the chill condensing clammily on his skin, the smell of damp cobblestones, of the very air flowing in and out of his lings. But most of all he was aware of the woman, this woman, his woman, standing so proudly, waiting patiently for him, only him. He walked toward her and knew with every fiber of his being that he walked to life itself.

He pulled back, staring at her in the dim carriage, his brows still knit. Megs? Oh, right. She still hadn't told him. Well, it was his own fault; his mouth was simply delicious. I love you, she said, speaking clearly so that there might be no confusion.

She caught his wrist, stilling the hand on her thigh. Her eyes were a little desperate. What do you mean to do? I'd like to show you my way of making love, he said gently.