Dave Kelly, connected doesn’t begin to describe the way I feel about you. I’m falling for you, its so far, its so deep, I’m so scared to go there. But I like you, I really like you, and I want to be close to you. I find you so sexy, intelligent, admirable, Dave Kelly I don’t love you yet but I’m tripping towards that conclusion. Very soon I’ll be in your lap thinking about how to languish my love for you and when its there, Dave, I’m not sure how I will feel. But right now, I am falling in love with you.
you’re attached to me and we can never be apart because if we are then we’d explode but its all right no matter where you are if you are across the world we are connected by a thread of gold that can turn blood red in the sunlight.
Social networking sites like to boast about their seemingly supernatural ability to connect individuals- strangers, even- together. However, Lucy knew firsthand that this was not the case. Her vast experience with online dating sites proved futile, and she was beginning to think that she would never meet someone to love.
i think instantly of love. not neccessarily being “in love” but the love being with, r talking to a certain person. then of course there is connection like glue, but on a deeper note, this is just what comes to mind. the absolute need to be with someone. no matter what you’re doing.
She felt connected to him for the first time since they first met. His smile gleamed with a youth that she hadn’t seen in ages. She knew right then that they were meant to be together.
Got to stay connected, Jensen thought as he began to wander past the shotgun man. But connected to what? What in hell was there to be connected to anymore? It was ALL gone. Humanity was gone. But wasn’t he connected to humanity? And really, where was he anymore in the big scheme of things? Where had he ever been?
I am connected with GOD. Or am i really? Can I honestly say that I am. I’ve been feeling disconnected. Which now require reconnection. Time to reconnect.
facebook, twitter, social networks in general. but it’s not really being “connected.” cell phones, pagers, bluetooth–it’s not being connected. spending time with family, spending time with friends, taking personal time, communing with the earth by taking a walk, listening to a river, that’s being connected. quality connected. knowing something intimately with your eyes closed.
When Josie connected to the internet that afternoon she came across the strangest thing that caused the start of this grand adventure she now found herself on. It was an email from an anonymous user.
I was connected for a few hours. I sat in that chair humming all the songs I didn’t know and singing the ones I did loudly. Smoke filled the room; all kinds of it. I liked where I was. I liked who I was. I liked who you are. But we aren’t connected anymore. The smoke dissipated, the music stopped playing, and I stopped liking who I am.
Between friends, between lovers, between siblings. Over miles, through phones, over computer, through a letter. Through a smile from a stranger on a street, or a hug from your mother. The touch of a hand, or the beating of a heart. Connections are everywhere and everlasting.
connected. the way our nerves are connected by the energy traveling through them. the way that our souls are connected by shared energy. being connected is about sharing energy. the way that the earth is connected by sharing energy. being connected in a community is vital to one’s health, to one’s identity, to one’s growth. connected. sometimes are are disconnected.
I’d always felt disconnected. In a school full of peers, a room full of friends, a house full of people, I felt completely alone. Part of it was my fault, I’ll admit, but another part had nothing to do with me. It was the people around me, who put me down and held me back from the crowd, who warned me to always keep one foot out the door. And then I met one person, and without meaning to, I stepped inside and closed the door behind me. The first time I ever had. I was terrified, but I stayed. I stayed with him because for the first time in my life, I felt like I was connected to another human being. And today at lunch, sitting with people who make me laugh and smile, people I feel I can connect to, I was able to look across the group at him, and silently thank him for unknowingly catching me when I was about to fall.
There’s this thing. Really it’s more like the Thing. It stands and it waits. Skulks in the shadows of every room, down every alley. Anyway, the Thing, he stays there and he plants himself firmly for hours. It is he we have to thank for being connected.
you feel connected with some particular people, which means you know how they feel regardless of physical distance. the majority of people don’t believe this kind of connection. when they are physically away, that’s it. no connection. i have hard time understanding this.
being connected. what a weird concept these days, right? it is so hard for us to feel connected to people anymore without technology and yet what people dont see is that just being human beings makes us all connected. i always think of the conflict between the sayings that “the world is so small” and “the world is so large and full of opportunities.” i believe that the world is a huge place full of opportunities and people to meet, but there is a special bond, a special connection, that makes us human beings a single unit. we are all diverse, that is true, but we are one of the same. paradox anyone?
feeling like you belong somewhere. connection to people and the community. connection to belongings and music. connection to the internet. electrical connections. telecommunications
In two different places, in two different time zones. We are across the world with our wires crossing, sparks flying. I don’t know quite how or why it happened, but here and there we are, and yet somehow nowhere. Yet still connected.
i love being connected. sometimes i yearn to be connected to every little thing possible. my dog, the flowers in the vase on my dining room table, hell, even the table itself. i think of things having life and imagine we converse about the universe.
connectivity is really a cool thing these days. i mean I know i really enjoy seeing everything about everyone’s personal life. Especially those people and by that i mean that person who i cant get off my mind because I don’t know, I feel connected to him. Its connectivity’s fault. I blame you. So stop being connected to me.
It’s not the same anymore. No one can tell me what exactly it is. Nothing is alone or individual anymore. It’s not fair. I never thought this would happen, never in my wildest dreams. But now I’m here, and everything around me is so God damned connected.
Connected with nature, she jumped into the river and began to swim around as if she was a fish. She began to feel like a fish. She was a fish. The more she thought she was a fish the more she got disconnected to reality and what she thought she used to know.
I feel connected to job, family, friends and church. I like to be connected to the people I love because they keep me sane, happy, and entertained. Being connected in the business world implies that you are intune with what is going on around you and are ready to move your business forward. If my appliances aren’t connected, then I become very unhappy. I really like it when things are working property by being connected.
love connects us, and friendship too. but it”s more. it’s the people that you can talk to forever. the ones who actually listen and don’t just want to impress or show off or to seem. it’s the ones who engage with you fully and want to be there that you care about. thats what connection is and it has nothing to do with what’s “supposed to be”.
connected. the whole world is connected. to their phones, to electronics, to people in other countries that 20 years ago they never would’ve had the chance to talk to before. yum yum i like penis.
The stars shone in the black velvet sky above her. She stared wide eyed at them glittering like tiny diamonds. One in particular shone brighter than all the rest. It seemed to be calling to her. She stood up and stretched her arms out to it as it floated towards her. She knew without a doubt they were connected in a special way.
Together. Side-by-side. Friends and family. Facebook addiction. My mother has a facebook addiction. I blame farmville. She loves it. I hate it. Horses. Horses poop a lot. It smells awful. It can be convienient for people wishing to grow flowers. I like daisies.
To you, to me. You’re in my heart, filling the spaces between my fingers. When I’m lonely, you feel the same. Joy, love, exhilaration. You are connected to me, my thoughts, my actions. Love. Anger. Together. Forever. You, and me.
The most important thing in life is to be connected to something greater than yourself. To glimpse the eternal, to seize upon something more beautiful and terrible than you could achieve alone is an experience which leads to utter and complete joy, and provides purpose, hope and faith.
The string of flesh between us was scarely visible, unless you were looking. Some people, those who didn’t know us well, thought we were just best friends. But the rest of the world, the ones who noticed, gave us looks that said we were weird, freaks, unfit for inhabitating the world.
we are connected by the IInternet and phones. We are also connected with our family time line. Video games are also connecting each other with online games.
Being Conncected is when you are with someone or something like for example right now im connected to the internet enabling me to write this. Our bones and veins are connected inside us enabling us to live, breath and survive.
interconnected our lives became, my life and your life, before in parallel mine in alchemy, yours free of, and we cross, we merge
Dave Kelly, connected doesn’t begin to describe the way I feel about you. I’m falling for you, its so far, its so deep, I’m so scared to go there. But I like you, I really like you, and I want to be close to you. I find you so sexy, intelligent, admirable, Dave Kelly I don’t love you yet but I’m tripping towards that conclusion. Very soon I’ll be in your lap thinking about how to languish my love for you and when its there, Dave, I’m not sure how I will feel. But right now, I am falling in love with you.
connected means being with friends your close to each other… or connected. Or it means that your connected to a cord.
you’re attached to me and we can never be apart because if we are then we’d explode but its all right no matter where you are if you are across the world we are connected by a thread of gold that can turn blood red in the sunlight.
Social networking sites like to boast about their seemingly supernatural ability to connect individuals- strangers, even- together. However, Lucy knew firsthand that this was not the case. Her vast experience with online dating sites proved futile, and she was beginning to think that she would never meet someone to love.
i think instantly of love. not neccessarily being “in love” but the love being with, r talking to a certain person. then of course there is connection like glue, but on a deeper note, this is just what comes to mind. the absolute need to be with someone. no matter what you’re doing.
She felt connected to him for the first time since they first met. His smile gleamed with a youth that she hadn’t seen in ages. She knew right then that they were meant to be together.
disconnected. like an orphan from it’s family. I am society’s orphan. Cian O’Riordan
Got to stay connected, Jensen thought as he began to wander past the shotgun man. But connected to what? What in hell was there to be connected to anymore? It was ALL gone. Humanity was gone. But wasn’t he connected to humanity? And really, where was he anymore in the big scheme of things? Where had he ever been?
I am connected with GOD. Or am i really? Can I honestly say that I am. I’ve been feeling disconnected. Which now require reconnection. Time to reconnect.
facebook, twitter, social networks in general. but it’s not really being “connected.” cell phones, pagers, bluetooth–it’s not being connected. spending time with family, spending time with friends, taking personal time, communing with the earth by taking a walk, listening to a river, that’s being connected. quality connected. knowing something intimately with your eyes closed.
When Josie connected to the internet that afternoon she came across the strangest thing that caused the start of this grand adventure she now found herself on. It was an email from an anonymous user.
I was connected for a few hours. I sat in that chair humming all the songs I didn’t know and singing the ones I did loudly. Smoke filled the room; all kinds of it. I liked where I was. I liked who I was. I liked who you are. But we aren’t connected anymore. The smoke dissipated, the music stopped playing, and I stopped liking who I am.
Between friends, between lovers, between siblings. Over miles, through phones, over computer, through a letter. Through a smile from a stranger on a street, or a hug from your mother. The touch of a hand, or the beating of a heart. Connections are everywhere and everlasting.
connected. the way our nerves are connected by the energy traveling through them. the way that our souls are connected by shared energy. being connected is about sharing energy. the way that the earth is connected by sharing energy. being connected in a community is vital to one’s health, to one’s identity, to one’s growth. connected. sometimes are are disconnected.
I’d always felt disconnected. In a school full of peers, a room full of friends, a house full of people, I felt completely alone. Part of it was my fault, I’ll admit, but another part had nothing to do with me. It was the people around me, who put me down and held me back from the crowd, who warned me to always keep one foot out the door. And then I met one person, and without meaning to, I stepped inside and closed the door behind me. The first time I ever had. I was terrified, but I stayed. I stayed with him because for the first time in my life, I felt like I was connected to another human being. And today at lunch, sitting with people who make me laugh and smile, people I feel I can connect to, I was able to look across the group at him, and silently thank him for unknowingly catching me when I was about to fall.
There’s this thing. Really it’s more like the Thing. It stands and it waits. Skulks in the shadows of every room, down every alley. Anyway, the Thing, he stays there and he plants himself firmly for hours. It is he we have to thank for being connected.
you feel connected with some particular people, which means you know how they feel regardless of physical distance. the majority of people don’t believe this kind of connection. when they are physically away, that’s it. no connection. i have hard time understanding this.
being connected. what a weird concept these days, right? it is so hard for us to feel connected to people anymore without technology and yet what people dont see is that just being human beings makes us all connected. i always think of the conflict between the sayings that “the world is so small” and “the world is so large and full of opportunities.” i believe that the world is a huge place full of opportunities and people to meet, but there is a special bond, a special connection, that makes us human beings a single unit. we are all diverse, that is true, but we are one of the same. paradox anyone?
feeling like you belong somewhere. connection to people and the community. connection to belongings and music. connection to the internet. electrical connections. telecommunications
In two different places, in two different time zones. We are across the world with our wires crossing, sparks flying. I don’t know quite how or why it happened, but here and there we are, and yet somehow nowhere. Yet still connected.
i love being connected. sometimes i yearn to be connected to every little thing possible. my dog, the flowers in the vase on my dining room table, hell, even the table itself. i think of things having life and imagine we converse about the universe.
connectivity is really a cool thing these days. i mean I know i really enjoy seeing everything about everyone’s personal life. Especially those people and by that i mean that person who i cant get off my mind because I don’t know, I feel connected to him. Its connectivity’s fault. I blame you. So stop being connected to me.
It’s not the same anymore. No one can tell me what exactly it is. Nothing is alone or individual anymore. It’s not fair. I never thought this would happen, never in my wildest dreams. But now I’m here, and everything around me is so God damned connected.
Connected with nature, she jumped into the river and began to swim around as if she was a fish. She began to feel like a fish. She was a fish. The more she thought she was a fish the more she got disconnected to reality and what she thought she used to know.
I feel connected to job, family, friends and church. I like to be connected to the people I love because they keep me sane, happy, and entertained. Being connected in the business world implies that you are intune with what is going on around you and are ready to move your business forward. If my appliances aren’t connected, then I become very unhappy. I really like it when things are working property by being connected.
I am looking forward to the day when I can find that one man that I feel totally connected with, and then I will feel complete.
Anyone whos ever felt alone knows what its like to feel as if the world is outside of ones grasp; But we’re all connected even the mimes.
love connects us, and friendship too. but it”s more. it’s the people that you can talk to forever. the ones who actually listen and don’t just want to impress or show off or to seem. it’s the ones who engage with you fully and want to be there that you care about. thats what connection is and it has nothing to do with what’s “supposed to be”.
connected. the whole world is connected. to their phones, to electronics, to people in other countries that 20 years ago they never would’ve had the chance to talk to before. yum yum i like penis.
The stars shone in the black velvet sky above her. She stared wide eyed at them glittering like tiny diamonds. One in particular shone brighter than all the rest. It seemed to be calling to her. She stood up and stretched her arms out to it as it floated towards her. She knew without a doubt they were connected in a special way.
Together. Side-by-side. Friends and family. Facebook addiction. My mother has a facebook addiction. I blame farmville. She loves it. I hate it. Horses. Horses poop a lot. It smells awful. It can be convienient for people wishing to grow flowers. I like daisies.
i looked down at the cord waving in the breeze of my air conditioning, fucking shit, not again. the internet was a drug and i was a slave for it.
He took a long look at me and sighed as he connected all that he knew about me before this moment of one singluar further disclosure.
To you, to me. You’re in my heart, filling the spaces between my fingers. When I’m lonely, you feel the same. Joy, love, exhilaration. You are connected to me, my thoughts, my actions. Love. Anger. Together. Forever. You, and me.
The most important thing in life is to be connected to something greater than yourself. To glimpse the eternal, to seize upon something more beautiful and terrible than you could achieve alone is an experience which leads to utter and complete joy, and provides purpose, hope and faith.
The string of flesh between us was scarely visible, unless you were looking. Some people, those who didn’t know us well, thought we were just best friends. But the rest of the world, the ones who noticed, gave us looks that said we were weird, freaks, unfit for inhabitating the world.
we are connected by the IInternet and phones. We are also connected with our family time line. Video games are also connecting each other with online games.
Connected I’m connected to the web that is how Im writing this letter . Haha I love being connected to the world like facebook and msn
I’m cool like that
Being Conncected is when you are with someone or something like for example right now im connected to the internet enabling me to write this. Our bones and veins are connected inside us enabling us to live, breath and survive.