Quotes About Connection

I couldn't keep it out and stopped trying. I couldn't keep anything out, I realized, and that was something I loved about Africa. The way it got at you from the outside in and never let up, and never let you go.

He'd left me for a time. He'd doubted me, but now he was mine again and I wanted to keep him here in a tangle of limbs and bedsheets until I'd quieted every last voice and we were only right again.

I still don't understand how I deserve her, or how she's come to me, but I'm grateful anyway,

I didn't answer him and didn't open my eyes, and there was a moment of perfect vertigo, when I heard the whooshing of the surf again and felt I was part of it, swirling with it and also standing still, swept up an sewn into the sea and into the universe, but also very, very alone.

Everyone deserves to belong somewhere.

In a small place like Mendocino, I know all too well, any act of violence is personal. Everyone will be feeling this. Everyone will be affected.

He pulled me into the room and way lay on the featherbed and made love. And I was reminded of what was best about us. How very easy and natural we could be as bodies, with no sharp angles or missteps and no need for talking. How in bed, as nowhere else, he was my favorite animal and I was his.

Did you ever think it could be like this? The way we're happening to each other?

But some of us, a very few in the end, bet on marriage against the odds. And though I didn't feel holy, exactly, I did feel that what we had was rare and true—and that we were safe in the marriage we had built and were building every day. This

The ghosts of the kids you've helped, they hang on you like stars.

This valley was more than my home. It beat in me like the drum of my own heart. Only

Oh." I leaned back in his arms and felt my head go woozy. —

We were surrounded by people on the platform, but we were entirely alone.

The way we're happening to each other?

The child doesn't just live in his environment, it becomes a part of him.

People need each other. Our well-being is tightly tethered to the well-being of people we do not know, most of whom look nothing like ourselves. Happiness, I realized right there in breathing class, requires engagement.

Would she ever get used to the way his eyes tried to speak to her from beyond the darkness that plagued him?

Marcus?" he asked a moment later, while Marcus lowered them to the ground. "Do you like Sam?" "Aye, I do," Marcus told him. "I love her." "But Tabitha said one of the Whites told her you don't love anything." "Well." Marcus kissed the top of his head. "The White was wrong.

I like kissing you," he whispered roughly, dipping his forehead against hers. "I like kissing you, too," Sam breathed. I am mad with desire for you. He told her silently. But there's more to it. I want to make you happy. I find that I'm not happy unless you are. What does it mean? She wasn't sure what it meant, but she liked it.

What were these strange feelings that made him want to protect her, live for her, and die for her?

Marcus? He heard her a few minutes later. Marcus. Another part of him. A part that loved her—whether he understood it or not. A part that drove him to continue. Sing to me, he told her. Sing the song we heard the night we went flying, the night at my cave. Sing it and I'll find you. Hurry, Marcus. I'm coming.

you can't really love other people well unless you are at home in your own soul. You will simply be too afraid.

Love anything . . . and your heart will be wrung. The more you succeed at love—the more you will have to lose. But honestly, would playing it safe and hedging your bets take you any place you really wanted to be? And as painful as love can be, could wisdom be won by any other means?

The distance grows between our heads and our hearts and we lose our felt connection with the presence of God.