Quotes About Connection

Instead, we sit in a booth at the Coffee Cup and drink fresh coffee from mugs that have our names printed on the bottom and that hang on the wall next to the front door when we're not there. We walk in, the bell over the door tinkles, Vinny greets us by name, and we pluck our mugs from the rack and head to our booth

Prayers not felt by us are seldom heard by God.

I think you can tell when you meet someone whether they read novels. There's some hollowness if they don't.

There's someone for everyone, here in London, they always say.

Previously, gay life had seemed a merry series of cabinet reshuffles and rearrangements, in which everyone was single for a time, then paired off for a time. If you stood still with a welcoming smile on your face, sooner or later somebody would come over and sit on it.

You're the best friend I ever had who I've never been to bed with,' Paul had once said to Duncan.

Prayer is the spirit speaking truth to Truth.

Surely the stars are images of love.

America, thou half-brother of the world; With something good and bad of every land.

Know a man's faith, and you knew at least half the man. Know his wife, and you knew the other half.

Strange how paranoia can link up with reality now and then.

Ali sada brzam. Pri?e imaju po?etak, trebale bi ?ak imati i sredinu, ali nikad nisam siguran imaju li pri?e kao što je ova doista i kraj; barem ga ne?e biti dok se god osje?am ovako zbog žene koju nisam Vidio, niti dodirnuo, niti govorio s njom ve? tisu?u godina.

The research revealed that mobile phones divert people's attention away from their current environments. It also discovered that the feeling of being able to connect to a wider network often inhibits people's abilities to be empathetic to others nearby. Therefore

In the internet world, we know the f-factors: followers, fans, and friends.

One of the quainter quirks of life is that we shall never know who dies on the same day as we do ourselves.

The mower stalled, twice; kneeling, I found A hedgehog jammed up against the blades, Killed. It had been in the long grass. I had seen it before, and even fed it, once. Now I had mauled its unobtrusive world Unmendably. Burial was no help: Next morning I got up and it did not. The first day after a death, the new absence Is always the same; we should be careful Of each other, we should be kind While there is still time. - The Mower

Ought we to smile / Perhaps make friends? No: in the race for seats / You're best alone. Friendship is not worth while.

A good meal can somewhat repair / The eatings of slight love

we should be careful of each other, we should be kind While there is still time.

On me your voice falls as they say love should, Like an enormous yes. My Crescent City Is where your speech alone is understood

At this unique distance from isolation it becomes still more difficult to find words at once true and kind, or not untrue and not unkind.

What will survive of us is love.

Thirty years will pass before I remember that moment when suddenly I knew each man has one brother who dies when he sleeps and sleeps when he rises to face this life, and that together they are only one man sharing a heart that always labours, hands yellowed and cracked, a mouth that gasps for breath and asks, Am I gonna make it?

I am the soul stretching into the furthest reaches of my fingers and beyond from "Last Words," The New Yorker , Poems: December 13, 1982 Issue.