It's a wild thing, that people have the ability to help each other by just relating to one another.

The big problem of our modern society is that we feel that we are separated from the nature. But it's just the opposite. We are interrelated and our DNA is the same. And only when human beings...

The people are the city.

It was pleasant - and the sense of otherness was nice, that there were two people involved in this process, that we were each giving something to the other.

Esme skips on ahead. Jumping from one foot to the other, as if she can see markings on the ground he can't. She is constantly jumping and skipping and twirling with the lightness of falling snow,...

... and I know - I just know - you can remind me what it feels like to have someone look at me and love me with wanting me to be something else.

everybody needs help in some way, we are a community on earth, giving & receiving, ebbing & flowing, reflecting, even tough lessons can help

If I had an ear to confide in I would cry among my treasured friends But who do you know that stops that long to help another carry on The world moves fast and it would rather pass you by than to stop...

Like officer Dave. He's never said much about his life, but I can tell he's scarred. And he knows I'm scarred too. The wounded always recognize the wounded. We can smell each other.

"Was Philip Dexter upset?" "He's telephoned the office every day." She was pleased about that. "Who else was upset?" "Everybody. Roosevelt ordered an hour of silence while you were on the table. Like...

That was the worst truth of all: alone. The word was a kind of death.

Each of us has been designed for one of two immortal functions, as either a storyteller or as a cross-legged listener to tales of wonder, love, and daring. When we cease to tell or listen, then we no...

She smiled at me, and I never forgot it. Or more accurately, I always remembered it.

The surplus of the heart overflows from a smile.

They weren't smiling and were looking in opposite directions, but it was as if their bodies flowed smoothly into each other's, through their arms and fingers. . . . There was a shared space between...

Everyone needs someone and there is someone for everyone.

That boy never seemed to smile and he wore long sleeves year-round, and I was not so different from him - we were both unable to get near the real life in life.

If you're trying to tell me you're not used to mattering to someone, I might just bleed out right here on the floor.

We have no choice. We need the communion of souls and only here are they awake.

Once someone appears to us primarily as an object, kindness has no place to root.

With a grin like Banan's directed at her, for the first time in her life she didn't feel like a Plain Jane. And she had managed to walk to the car and get in it without incident. Maybe the day was...

For she was the only one, of all of them, to have spared me a pleasant word; and suddenly I longed for time to pass, not for its own sake, but as it would take me back to her.

Reading is an intimate act, perhaps more intimate than any other human act. I say that because of the prolonged {or intense} exposure of one mind to another.

I have caressed a small child's hair, and in doing so, know there is a God.

Maybe the real issue here is that we were not created to do life by ourselves. We were not given a sentence of solitary confinement and placed in a world of isolation, but from the moment we entered...

Anywhere - and, it follows, nowhere - can be a place. As long as we are there, to think and talk, to listen and respond. The world, once conscious of itself in the form of human making, is a vast...

Love with a kind heart is what we can give to each other.

As with everything else, the more we separate ourselves from each other, the weaker we become.

And then this happened. And then this other thing happened. Oh, and I almost forgot to tell you about the time this happened. I should've had this book over for a cup of coffee and a chat.

Fire's tears were real now, and there was no helping them, for there was no time. Everything was moving too fast. She crossed the room to him, put her arms around him, clung to him, turning her face...