Quotes About Intersection

Every two people cause and intersection. Every person alters the world.

What is it about the moment you fall in love? How can such small measure of time contain such enormity? I suddenly realize why people believe in deja vu, why people believe they've lived past lives, because there is no way the years I've spent on this earth could possibly encapsulate what I'm feeling. The moment you fall in love feels like it has centuries behind it, generations -- all of them rearranging themselves so that this precise, remarkable intersection could happen.

Person after person after person... they all converge at one moment, irrevocably changing the course of a thousand more live. As it is with accidents, so it is with love.

The moment you fall in love feels like it has centuries behind it, generations—all of them rearranging themselves so that this precise, remarkable intersection could happen. In your heart, in your bones, no matter how silly you know it is, you feel that everything has been leading to this, all the secret arrows were pointing here, the universe and time itself crafted this long ago, and you are just now realizing it, you are just now arriving at the place you were always meant to be.

The moment you fall in love feels like it has centuries behind it, generations—all of them rearranging themselves so that this precise, remarkable intersection could happen.

The moment you fall in love feels like it has centuries behind it, generations – all of them rearranging themselves so this precise, remarkable intersection could happen. In your heart, in your bones, no matter how silly you know it is, you feel that everything has been leading to this, all the secret arrows were pointing here, the universe and time itself crafted this long ago, and you are just now realizing it, you are just now arriving at the place you were always meant to be.

I am the people in the other cars, each with his or her own story but passing by too quickly to notice or understand

Life is complex, conceptually dominated by binaries but never wholly contained by them.

single car waited helplessly at a dormant traffic light;

the association of two, or more, apparently alien elements on a plane alien to both is the most potent ignition of poetry.

and yet I feel that the most real home I'll ever have is the space where our roads merged and traveled along together... for a time.

Standing with reluctant feet Where the brook and river meet; Womanhood and childhood fleet. HENRY WADSWORTH LONGFELLOW

It seemed as if some subtle current of recognition had passed between them…not as if they had met before…but as if they had come close several times until finally an impatient Fate had forced their paths to intersect.

Now I find that what life was making of me, what God was making of me, was not an arrow to trace a path through the sky, but the hub of a wheel. I am the intersection, I am the connection between them all, and the purpose I've been given isn't mine alone. It's for all of us to share. What I needed wasn't something I could take. What I needed was something I could give.

It started, as all dialogues do, when a path crosses that of another .

Can you pinpoint the exact instant your life starts on a collision course with someone else's? Can you trace back to the moment those lives did finally intersect, and from where they spiraled outward again, yet from that point they remained forever entwined, two lives locked one with another?

It is strange to think that we might have crossed paths, and still not have known what we were missing.

8 A.M., Winifred Chapman got off the bus at the intersection of Santa Monica and Canyon Drive. A light-skinned black in her mid-fifties, Mrs. Chapman was the housekeeper at 10050 Cielo, and she was upset because, thanks

There is to be no distinction between the sacred and the secular." Right, and you certainly practice what you preach.

... a mysterious intersection of chance and attention that goes well beyond the existential surrealism of the 'decisive moment'.

If you enjoy math and you write novels, it's very rare that you'll get a chance to put your math into a novel. I leapt at the chance.

It seemed the two held forth on parallel tracks, confident of meeting somewhere in infinity.

For this cake, I want to mingle the womanly and masculine foods- sugars and meats in particular. The walls must come down. Must temper, must balance. Add the leeks to the chocolate, vanilla to the turnip. Tear away the sacred walls between the sweet and savory worlds.

Any piece of music or album or anything - I don't care what genre - in the States, a piece of it came through Atlanta somehow.