Quotes about Connection

Maybe we need to stop choosing people purely by résumés and rationales that have led us headfirst into disappointment. We need instead to find people who are in sync with our beat and form a more perfect union with those who hear the same rhythm! It is time for us to find the thing we were created to do, the people we were meant to affect, and the power that comes from alignment with purpose. Having had unique opportunities to sit at the table with champions in

No matter how hard you might try, you can't escape the spiritual bond between you and your Maker. You can't drink it away. You can't smoke it away. You can't sex it away.

We need instead to find people who are in sync with our beat and form a more perfect union with those who hear the same rhythm! It is time for us to find the thing we were created to do, the people we were meant to affect, and the power that comes from alignment with purpose.

Often after years of deep investment into others we are shocked and disappointed that they simply didn't get who we really are.

Many people feed others who can't feed them, while they completely fail to nourish those who really desire to feed them.

When ideas hang out with influence, income will always emerge.

Instinct and purpose often operate like a marriage.

Real wealth is affirmation, affection, humanity, and brotherhood.

We are united to Christ who is bone of our bone and flesh of our flesh, and participate in the risen Humanity of Christ so that we are bone of His bone and flesh of His flesh.

I love you, Aletta. I want you to be my wife. And no matter how long you need, I'll wait for you. Do you hear me?" "Of course I hear you," she finally whispered, opening her eyes. "I'm right here, after all." With a wry smile, he cupped her face in his hands and kissed her, slow and deep. Already breathless, she filled her lungs and looked into his eyes.

Molly?" "Yes?" He turned back and reached out as though to touch her, then stopped. "I'll wait. And when the time comes, whenever you're ready—if you're ever ready—all you have to do is . . ." He didn't complete the sentence. He didn't have to.

Would you like a . . . a cup of cider?" She thought she heard him laugh. "A cup of cider? In the middle of the night?" She smiled, knowing he couldn't see her, but it felt good after a day spent worrying. "It's silly. I'm sorry. Never mind." "No! I'd like a cup of a cider. Or a cup of . . . anything . . . with you, ma'am.