Quotes About Connection

he had a way of taking your hand which made it clear he'd have to be the one to let go.

No one knows you like a person with whom you've shared a childhood. No one will ever understand you in quite the same way.

We are surrounded by story.

For one of us at least, we knew, we were certain - this is how we saw the world - there would never again be loneliness in life.

It might have been the first time in my life I understood what an easy bond it was, to share a neighborhood as we had done, to share a time past.

We turned onto the last landing. Going out with this guy, I thought, would involve a lot of silly laughter, some wit--the buzz of his whispered wisecracks in my ear. But there would be as well his willingness to reveal, or more his inability to conceal, that he had been silently rehearsing my name as he climbed the stairs behind me. There would be his willingness to bestow upon me the power to reassure him. He would trust me with his happiness.

It was as if he stopped time for them two weeks out of every year, cut them off from both the past and the future so that they had only this present in a brand-new place, this present in which her children sought the sight and the scent of her: a wonderful thing, when you noticed it. When the past and the future grew still enough to let you notice it. He did that for her. This man she'd married.

Learning is a result of listening, which in turn leads to even better listening and attentiveness to the other person. In other words, to learn from the child, we must have empathy, and empathy grows as we learn.

The conversation of kisses. Subtle, engrossing, fearless, transforming.

Moments of kindness and reconciliation are worth having, even if the parting has to come sooner or later.

He never wanted to be away from her. She had the spark of life.

Love removes the world for you, and just as surely when it's going well as when it's going badly.

If I decided to send this to you, where would I send it? When I think of writing the whole address on the envelope I am paralyzed. It's too painful to think of you in the same place with your life going on in the same way, minus me. And to think of you not there, you somewhere else but I don't know where that is, is worse.

People are curious. A few people are. ... They will put things together, knowing all along that they may be mistaken. You see them going around with notebooks, scraping the dirt off gravestones, reading microfilm, just in the hope of seeing this trickle in time, making a connection, rescuing one thing from the rubbish.

you see all night in your dreams. And the blue of my voice can't help but see you.

cry out with me turn on the lights

when someone reads poems I exist to be the one who's feeling it.

I seem to love you, though I never see you.

Another way to say it: we are each the whole thing, and I merge with you when I wish.

I'm fated, and I'm entirely yours.

In language I combine my flesh with yours, and you with mine; my flesh is tender, my skin aches from knowing you

but you are incomplete unattached to me . . .

You talk to me in your sleep, the only time you talk to me.

This is my heart, or is it yours, I move within.