Quotes About Connection

I need love. I need the thing that happens when your brain shuts off and your heart turns on.

I think the closeness that you're able to experience when you're with Rafe is something you've been deprived of and something you've needed for so long that it's causing you to go to these extremes of emotion every time you feel him slipping away

It's nonverbal: I need love. I need the thing that happens when your brain shuts off and your heart turns on.

If you've managed to do one good thing, the ocean doesn't care. But when Newton's apple fell toward the earth, the earth, ever so slightly, fell toward the apple as well.

Then you hold life like a face between your palms, a plain face, no charming smile, no violet eyes, and you say, yes, I will take you I will love you, again.

And Ferris had watched Alec go past him out of the door noted the bones...but he never would have connected that ragged man with the honey-and-acid creature who'd insulted him at Diane's house.

I studied you until I knew you, or at least, the public parts of you: your learning, your passion, the way your voice slows down when you answer a question. I studied your hands, and wondered how they'd touch me; your hair, and how it would smell. I wondered about that and about the rest of you I could not see. I wanted to know you. And I wanted you to know me. I wanted you to see me.

Don't just stand there like two posts," she says crisply to us, "or someone'll come along and tie a horse to you.

When you truly understand one thing—a hawk, a juniper tree, a rock—you will begin to understand everything.

It demands that we give voice to their thoughts and feelings, even when their voices are nonverbal.

When the words dance privately for you, it is possible to feel not alone.

Have you ever expatiated on a particular experience to give a new acquaintance the impression of instant intimacy? It is not an uncommon form of flattery.

What is it about men that makes women so lonely?

I had thought that I knew her affliction and not merely the fact of it. It was no stranger to me. I understood it emotionally, empathetically. But I had only ever touched down at its airport. She was a citizen of its vast interior.

She looked from his face into the face of the dead man. She knew he was dead. She also knew that the dead speak, often in thunder.

Love shared is no sin.

She was not the audience to which he played, but she was the profound intelligence that heard him. She drew him in with her great bruised eyes, and his music she drank, and it was wine to her thirst.

Meet every man as you find him, for we're all made the same under habit or robe or rags. Some better made than others, and some better cared for, but on the same pattern all.

both heartened and chastened by contact with open and fearless goodwill.

We think we have sound relationships,' said George, answering the doubt beyond doubt, 'and suddenly there's a word said or a thing done, so shatteringly out of key that you find yourself alone, and know you've never actually touched your partner at any point, or said a word in the same language. And it doesn't always even absolve you from loving, when it happens. That's the hell of it.

The secret to a fulfilling marriage is simple: make the connection work.

Correction without connection yields rejection.

We seem to have a compulsion these days to bury time capsules in order to give those people living in the next century or so some idea of what we are like.

God is the tangential point between zero and infinity.