Quotes About Connection

Los amigos de toda la vida, dijo él. A veces nos pasamos toda la vida esperándolos.

It is possible, he said, to be in love not with someone but with their eyes. I mean, with how eyes that aren't yours let you see where you are, who you are.

It's on my head, Elisabeth says. That's where it grows. And my face is also attached to my head.

Perhaps somewhere in all of this if you look there's a proof of love.

People like feeling. They like to be asked to feel. Feeling is a very powerful thing.

Later that night, when she was home and falling asleep on the couch in front of the TV, Elisabeth would remember seeing his eyes open, and how it was like that moment when you just happen to see the streetlights come on and it feels like you're being given a gift, or a chance, or that you yourself've been singled out and chosen by the moment.

And after that, I watched our house collapse in on itself and I spent some time lying in the rubble. Then I vanished completely. I wasn't here at all. Then you phoned.

Like always having the sound of someone drilling a hole in a wall, not your wall, but a wall like very close to you, George said. Like, say you wake up one morning to the noise of someone along the road having work done on his or her house and you don't just hear the drilling happening, you feel it in your own house, though it's actually happening several houses away.

Cause nobody's the slightest idea who we are, or who we were, not even we ourselves – except, that is, in the glimmer of a moment of fair business between strangers, or the nod of knowing and agreement between friends. Other than these, we go out anonymous into the insect air and all we are is the dust of colour, brief engineering of wings towards a glint of light on a blade of grass or a leaf in a summer dark.

If people think you like them, Charlotte said, well, it can go either way. There's a lot of powerplay in liking and being liked. Such a powerful connection, it's a chance to make the world bigger for someone else. Or smaller. That's always a chance we've got.

Invisible links like these were running between all of the people in the room that day, like they always are, like thin strands of light you couldn't see but you knew were there regardless.

he always went straight to the machines and in a strange way it was a relief to because having to talk with someone, even the smallest, most casual talks, was sometimes quite hard because you always felt they judged you or you always felt shy or that you were saying a stupid or wrong thing. The pitfalls of human exchange, Sophia said.

Whole worlds open up when we start a conversation.

There was once a child whose mother fell asleep. The end. Is that it? I said What else do you need to know? you said. Can't you tell me a little more about them? I said. (I was beginning to despair of your storytelling technique.)

Cause nobody's the slightest idea who we are, or who we were, not even we ourselves - except, that is, in the glimmer of a moment of fair business between strangers, or the nod of knowing and agreement between friends.

Maybe it's easier to talk to someone who won't ever actually hear what you say.

Okay, I said. As long as I've got you here, we're going to use and appreciate this present moment. Because I wish, and I've wished a thousand times since you went, that we'd known it was the present, and that we were living in it.

True love doesn't need time to grow. It just needs a heart to take root in." Tully wiped the tears from Libby's face. "And it needs its other half to flourish." She tapped over her heart. "You've taken root in here," she tapped Libby's chest, "and in here is where it will flourish.

When I walk, I walk with you. Where I go, you're with me always.

A wise friend told me that we all could use more than one set of parents—our relations with the original set are too intense, and need dissipating.

What does it mean to love an animal, in my case a cat, in the fierce, entire, and unambivalent way that some of us do?

When I left the show, the fans were so amazing in terms of the outpouring of support and continued support all that time whatever ways they could be in touch with me.

A gift - be it a present, a kind word or a job done with care and love - explains itself!... and if receivin' it embarrasses you, it's because your 'thanks box' is warped.

One day I almost said it . . . after goin over the words in my mind, "Benjie, the greatest thing in the world is to love someone and they love you too." But when I opened my mouth, I said, "Benjie, brush the crumbs off your jacket.