#togetherness

If you can eat with mates or friends or family, I mean, it's such a brilliant thing isn't it? If you feel really rubbish and you have a nice bit of food it makes you feel good, you know? ↗

— Jamie Oliver

#food #friendship #meals #togetherness #family

Hollywood is a suction for your confidence or your faith or your togetherness. Just walking on the street you can feel it. ↗

— Robin Wright Penn

#faith #feel #hollywood #just #just walking

Thanks to Karen Connelly who read earlier versions of this manuscript and to Ronald Hatch my editor and publisher. ↗

— Nancy Holmes

#dangerous #gifts #heavenly #poetry-in-disguise #rebel

You could hold me and I could hold you. And it would be so peaceful. Completely peaceful. Like the feeling of sleep, but awake in it together. ↗

— John Green

#isaac #romantic #togetherness #will-grayson #romantic

A fine glass vase goes from treasure to trash, the moment it is broken. Fortunately, something else happens to you and me. Pick up your pieces. Then, help me gather mine. ↗

— Vera Nazarian

#assistance #breaking #broken #broken-glass #commuity

Gardens and flowers have a way of bringing people together, drawing them from their homes. ↗

— Clare Ansberry

#friendship #gardens #togetherness #faith

Constant togetherness is fine - but only for Siamese twins. ↗

— Victoria Billings

#fine #only #togetherness #twins

There must be some other possibility than death or lifelong penance ... some meeting, some intersection of lines; and some cowardly, hopeful geometer in my brain tells me it is the angle at which two lines prop each other up, the leaning-together from the vertical which produces the false arch. For lack of a keystone, the false arch may be as much as one can expect in this life. Only the very lucky discover the keystone. ↗

— Wallace Stegner

#happiness #harmony #keystones #love #marriage

We were hockey gypsies, heading down another gravel road every weekend, plowing into the heart of that magnificent northern landscape. We never gave a thought to being deprived as we travelled, to being shut out of the regular league system. We never gave a thought to being Indian. Different. We only thought of the game and the brotherhood that bound us together off the ice, in the van, on the plank floors of reservation houses, in the truck stop diners where if we'd won we had a little to splurge on a burger and soup before we hit the road again. Small joys. All of them tied together, entwined to form an experience we would not have traded for any other. We were a league of nomads, mad for the game, mad for the road, mad for ice and snow, an Arctic wind on our faces and a frozen puck on the blade of our sticks. ↗

— Richard Wagamese

#hockey #togetherness #experience

He had the red serviette tucked into his t-shirt at the neck which made me laugh. He hadn’t done this since our third date when I had told him off for his bad manners. ↗

— Kate Chisman

#eating #laugh #love #relationships #together