Quotes About Connection

Music is my home.

Old friend,' said Cadvan, filling another glass for himself and sniffing its rich smell. 'If we do not trust one another, we are already defeated.

To love is never wrong. It may be disastrous; it may never be possible; it may be the deepest agony. But it is never wrong.

If there ever comes a day when we can't be together, keep me in your heart. I'll stay there forever.

That's an interesting phrase, isn't it? Open up. Like you rip yourself open and let others see your insides.

He told me to tell him all the songs that make me cry. He wanted to know my favorite books, favorite movies, if my heart was ever broken and by whom . . . He said, 'I want to know everything that makes you you.

I raise my glass to karma—which, I'm realizing, is sometimes a group effort.

My whole life, my mother was the only person I felt comfortable talking to—even after she got sick." "Why is that?" "I think," Sarah said, "that she's just a good listener." Brenna looked at her. "Everybody needs that one person, you know? The one person they can talk to." Brenna

There's a weight to having a destination and a purpose, even if that purpose is saying hi to a stranger as he's leaving a cemetery. It tethers me, the way being a mother used to. It makes me feel as though I'm part of something more important than myself.

Slowly he turned into the curve of her palm, cut lip pressed against her skin. She heard two whispered words, felt them kissed into her flesh: amore mio. My love. Two words: the shock of them held her still.

He gave me a message for you." She tightened her lips as if the words soured her mouth. "What is it?" "That you are in his blood." I looked down at the deck to hide the answering surge within my own blood. "Those are the words of a lover, Eona.

How could such heat remain when we were not even touching?

No one can ever truly know what is in another man's heart.

Even without the Grand Reclaimer bond, Helen, you are my heartbeat. My pulse. You are the fire in my blood and the laughter in my soul.

Yet what I had learned is that love is a leap of faith. A leap that not only takes your towards the person you love but also towards the truth of yourself. Whom you love and how you love them will tell you more about yourself than anything else in this world.

He gave her his half-smile and the sad curve of it pierced her heart.

Why didn't everyone feel as I did that natural beauty raises the spiritual energy of the world?

If you have this deep feeling of empathy for the natural world, you feel it so profoundly. It's almost a religious experience. I feel that I could never really say the depth of feeling or connection I feel to the natural world, which has made me.

We're nature. Our minds are nature. Our desire to make poetry is nature.

Rather than following a [genealogical] 'line', I find myself drawn to all the people I encounter, including those who, only by the most obtuse reckoning, can be thought of as relatives. Every life deserves telling; none is without drama and change.

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The world yearns. This is its sure gravity: the attraction of bodies. Earth for molten star. Moon for earth. A hand for the orb of a breast. This is its movement too: the motion of desire, of a longing toward.

A good story was a form of communication, mind to mind, spirit to spirit. It sent life sparking from stranger to stranger, across space, decades and centuries. Human sympathy -- human attention -- had magic in it. Any real story fizzed with sympathy -- the writer's and reader's -- across time, over rows of typographical marks; those low boundary fences of the imagination, hurdled.

Water seeks its own level. Look at them. The Tigris, the Euphrates, the Mississippi, the Amazon, the Yangtze. The world's great rivers. And every one of them finds its way to the ocean.