Quotes about Connection

The only true language in the world is a kiss... When the pleasure is simple and complete... in the offering.

All hearts have but one request. One simple, unspoken, undeniable need... To be known.

Music cuts people free." A pause. "It silences the thing that's trying to kill us.

It was often what Charlie didn't say that spoke the loudest.

You believe in things you cannot see and speak a language that only hearts know.

Girls need their father. Period. And I couldn't really tell you why other than it's the father who tells them who they are. Until he does, they're just floating in the earth like that tooth. Buried in some trash mound. Waiting to be discovered by somebody with a shovel who won't crack it or crush it. [Murphy Shepherd]

In my experience, it's those words on the tip of the tongue that we most need to hear. They are the key. The thing that's missing. But you can't pull them out. They have to be offered. Freely. And they won't be offered until the owner trusts you with them. And to do that means they've got to break through a world of hurt and pain just to get them out of their mouth. I caught my reflection in the mirror.

We don't love because people love us back. We love because we can. Because we were made to.

Music reaches people at a level that is beneath their DNA. Dad was right. Again. Music exposes what and who we worship.

Music is its own dimension and it reaches people at a level that is beneath their DNA. Nothing else brings about a corporate reaction like music. It exposes what and who we worship.

All hearts have but one request. One simple, unspoken, undeniable need. One undeniable fear. To be known. You can stamp it out. Kill it. Box it up and hem it in. Numb it and close the door. Bury it and nail it shut. Encase it in stone. But eventually, the needs of the heart will tear the door off the hinges, unearth it, and crack the stone. No prison ever built could house it. Those of us who think we can are lying to ourselves. And those next to us. Hope never dies.

There, on that bank, soaked in that water, basking in that sun-shine, lying on that man's chest, I hoped for the first time that my real dad would never show up and take me home.