There’s a Korean word my grandma taught me. It’s called jung. It’s the connection between two people that can’t be severed, even when love turns to hate. You still have those old feelings for them; you can’t ever completely shake them loose of you; you will always have tenderness in your heart for them.
–Jenny Han, P.S. I Still Love You
Below is the original photo used to create this image. This is an image from Pixabay.
We’re both looking at the same moon, in the same world. We’re connected to reality by the same line. All I have to do is quietly draw it towards me.
–Haruki Murakami, Sputnik Sweetheart
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We’re all strangers connected by what we reveal, what we share, what we take away–our stories. I guess that’s what I love about books–they are thin strands of humanity that tether us to one another for a small bit of time, that make us feel less alone or even more comfortable with our aloneness, if need be.
–Libba Bray
Below is the original photo used to create this image. All I can say, is sometimes you have to look down to see a rainbow.. I caught this oil-slick rainbow at dusk after a rain just outside my office building with no special lighting or retouching, just a snap from my smart phone.
Principles for the Development of a Complete Mind: Study the science of art. Study the art of science. Develop your senses- especially learn how to see. Realize that everything connects to everything else.
–Leonardo da Vinci
Below is the original photo used to create this image. It’s my car’s engine, no special lighting or retouching, just a snap from my smart phone.
If you don’t understand, ask questions. If you’re uncomfortable about asking questions, say you are uncomfortable about asking questions and then ask anyway. It’s easy to tell when a question is coming from a good place. Then listen some more. Sometimes people just want to feel heard. Here’s to possibilities of friendship and connection and understanding.
–Chimamanda Ngozi Adichie, Americanah
Below is the original photo used to create this image. It’s water flowing along the sidewalk into a storm drain. This was taken in 2016 on a bright fall afternoon, no special lighting or retouching, just a snap from my Kodak Share digital camera.
We are all wonderful, beautiful wrecks. That’s what connects us–that we’re all broken, all beautifully imperfect.
–Emilio Estevez
Below is the original photo used to create this image. I found this container of pansies on a lunchtime walk around downtown Richmond, VA. No special lighting or retouching, just a snap from my Kodak Share digital camera. And it’s even a little blurry…
We kill all the caterpillars, then complain there are no butterflies.
–John Marsden, The Dead of Night
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When you connect to the silence within you, that is when you can make sense of the disturbance going on around you.
–Stephen Richards
Below is the original photo used to create this image. It’s a gorgeous sunset taken outside of Mesa, Arizona in November, 2008 at my grandparents’ 50th anniversary party. If you look closely, you can make out saguaro cacti. A simple snap from my Kodak Share camera.
Sometimes, reaching out and taking someone’s hand is the beginning of a journey.
At other times, it is allowing another to take yours.
–Vera Nazarian, The Perpetual Calendar of Inspiration
Below is the original photo used to create this image. It’s a bush from the front of my house that has its winter berries going on. Taken on an bright morning with no special lighting or retouching, just a snap from my smart phone.
One heart is not connected to another through harmony alone. They are, instead, linked deeply through their wounds. Pain linked to pain, fragility to fragility. There is no silence without a cry of grief, no forgiveness without bloodshed, no acceptance without a passage through acute loss. That is what lies at the root of true harmony.
–Haruki Murakami, Colorless Tsukuru Tazaki and His Years of Pilgrimage
Below is the original photo used to create this image. It’s of the Benjamin Franklin Bridge in Philadelphia, Pennsylvania, taken from my hotel window in December, 2017 while visiting family before Christmas. No special lighting or effects, just a snap from my smart phone.
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