We are all so much together, but we are all dying of loneliness.

Intensity of connection,Depth of emotion,Unified thoughts,No doubts in the significance of you.

normal” people want to be able to truthfully say, but almost no one can.

In my eyes, BDSM is not a sexual experience, it’s a spiritual connection.

You cannot connect with anyone except through reality.

The only simple truth is that there is nothing simple in this complex universe. Everything relates. Everything connects

Music is a total constant. That’s why we have such a strong visceral connection to it, you know? Because a song can take you back instantly to a moment, or a place, or even a person. No matter what else has changed in you or the world, that one song stays the same, just like...

Once upon a time there were two countries, at war with each other. In order to make peace after many years of conflict, they decided to build a bridge across the ocean.But because they never learned each other’s language properly, they could never agree on the details, so the two halves of the bridge they...

Sometimes, reaching out and taking someone’s hand is the beginning of a journey.At other times, it is allowing another to take yours.

Do stuff. be clenched, curious. Not waiting for inspiration’s shove or society’s kiss on your forehead. Pay attention. It’s all about paying attention. attention is vitality. It connects you with others. It makes you eager. stay eager.

I’ve found myself moved by letters and diaries in archives as well as trashy, summer blockbusters. It’s possible to make a connection with any kind of writing – as long as the writing is good.

You can’t judge people and touch their souls at the same time.

Any fact becomes important when it’s connected to another.

Their musical ability and performance seems to derive from the past collective experience and presents itself in the individual unconscious today. Through it we tap into something eternal and it is apparent even in how they approach their playing. Perhaps we relate to it because, of any other instrument, the cello has a range that...

Real connection (and if it’s LOVE, then real love)–goes beyond those not-so-perfect and superficial and idiosyncratic things that simply make us individuals. The trust and longevity of a relationship between two individuals is established through time and learning each other, and discovering a harmony at the core of their connection. And it becomes powerful because...

The greatest challenge of parenting is in the inner work it requires: the strength and confidence in believing that we are not in control of, but the answer for our children.

The case for interconnectedness between conscious human lives is hard to deny.

Art’s aim is life, a deeper connection with life.

We all came into this world wired to connect with all life.

It is a parent’s responsibility to preserve the connection with their children, to preserve the relationship, so that the children can let go and become their own selves.

Weary looked at him and shook his head and put the tailgate up and drove down the gravel towards the bivouac, carrying two drunks, who both fatuously imagined, that once in a dream somewhere, sometime, someplace, they had managed for a moment to touch another human soul and understand it.

Holding myself to perfectionistic standards, I used to think I had to become lifelong friends with everyone who entered my life. This was exhausting, and I now know it’s not true. I believe the old saying that people come into your life for a reason, a season, or a lifetime.” (127)

Among the lessons I learned on Hajj was that I needed to be mindful andkeep the inner connection with God at all times and that self-improvement is definitely a never-endingstruggle.

It’s always wow. You’re wow. I’ll never get enough of you, Lydia. Not after ten years in dreams; not after forever in real life.

Ye cannot live for yourselves; a thousand fibres connect you with your fellow-men, and along those fibres, as along sympathetic threads, run your actions as causes, and return to you as effects.

For me, the idea of living small has always involved being curious – taking a look at how my day-to-day is connected to the larger world around me, and to the delicate universe that sits between my ears and in my small body.

Eva: I don’t want any tea. Lil: Don’t make me have it on my own.

My personality just steps away, and I’m in direct connection when I’m on stage.

That’s what Jamie didn’t understand: it was never just sex. Even the fastest, dirtiest, most impersonal screw was about more than sex. It was about connection. It was about looking at another human being and seeing your own loneliness and neediness reflected back. It was recognising that together you had the power to temporarily banish...

from now on,” as, that leads thought into the future indefinitely without impressing the mind with any end whatever.

Build me up and I with you. For we are more one than two.

Before passing through the gates of a town I’ve never visited, I take a minute to salute its saints – the dead and the living, the known and the hidden. Never in my life have I arrived at a new place without getting the blessing of its saints first. It makes no difference to me...

Music may be the activity that prepared our pre-human ancestors for speech communication and for the very cognitive, representational flexibility necessary to become humans.

Rather than a vanity paycheck it feels better to give something of far more value than entertainment or money. Sometimes gifts can be priceless like that of love which is everything, connection, inspiration, devotion, attention, purpose…

Isn’t friendship amazing? At one time, our friends were just strangers to us. However, there was something special about these strangers; you felt a connection, something in common, a special bond, and your friendship began. What if, as we pass all of the ‘strangers’ in our lives, if we looked at these strangers as if...

We have reached the end of the road that is built on the set of traits held out for male identity–advance at any cost, pay any price, drive out all competitors, and kill them if necessary…. we have arrived at a point from which we must seek a basis of faith in connection– and not...

Invisible threads are the strongest ties.

Coming together is a beginning; staying together is progress; working together is success.

We are all wonderful, beautiful wrecks. That’s what connects us–that we’re all broken, all beautifully imperfect.

Rosa had achieved the sort of serene and confident happiness that Tamsin had never really known. She was connected to Roberto in a way that made Tamsin long for something similar. A man with whom she could share all parts of her life, someone to be her equal and her inspiration.

Refuse to be isolated. Your accomplishments are patronized by people who would get interest in them. When you don’t get connected, how will you get to know those people?

It seems that so much writing is being done in the nineteenth-century model, where every connection has to be thoroughly explained.

Your dreams get perfect assistant if it goes connecting with great people.

There has to be a connection between mind and body for electronic input and an engagement by another for Netiquette.

We cannot live for ourselves alone. Our lives are connected by a thousand invisible threads, and along these sympathetic fibers, our actions run as causes and return to us as results.

I think there is a song out there to describe just about any situation.

Family was even a bigger word than I imagined, wide and without limitations, if you allowed it, defying easy definition. You had family that was supposed to be family and wasn’t, family that wasn’t family but was, halves becoming whole, wholes splitting into two; it was possible to lack whole, honest love and connection from...

There are all these people here I don’t know by sight or by name. And we pass alongside each other and don’t have any connection. And they don’t know me and I don’t know them. And now I’m leaving town and there are all these people I will never know.

Instead of seeing how much pain I can dish out towards those I disagree with, or who I believe have done me wrong, I seek to follow the golden rule and use my words and behavior to create more of what the world needs – love, compassion, and connection.

Infusing the cultural war with love, respect and empathy is the responsibility of every one who cares about the health and wellbeing of women, our families and communities, and our democracy.