Quotes About Unity

Our meeting each other could not possibly be as random as two leaves from two trees being blown together.

This is beauty, and this is beauty, and you are beauty, and love is beauty and we are beauty. We are divine, unchanged by time.

I watch them continue to argue, although perhaps it is not arguing. They are remembering together, dreaming together.

Actually, I'm hoping we might have that. A commitment through time, past, present, future... marriage.

Look at that. There one family lives, kitchen is in China, bedroom is in Myanmar. In this way, this family eats in one country, sleeps in other. I think this house been standing there for many centuries, yes, long time, before anyone decided where one country stops, the other starts

Only the united beat of sex and heart together can create ecstasy.

There is a resemblance between men and women, not a contrast. When a man begins to recognize his feeling, the two unite. When men accept the sensitive side of themselves, they come alive.

She was fully, painfully aware that very rarely did midnight strike in two hearts at once, very rarely did midnight arouse two different equal desires, and that any dislocation in this, any indifference, was an indication of disunity, of the difficulties, the impossibilities of fusion between two human beings.

We efface an hour by passionate love, without twists, without aftertaste. When it is finished, it is not finished, we lie still in each other's arms lulled by our love, by tenderness -- sensuality in which the whole being can participate.

The potion drunk by lovers is prepared by no one but themselves. The potion is the sum of one's whole existence.

All of my creation is an effort to weave a web of connection with the world: I am always weaving it because it was once broken.

In this instant of danger they realized they were each other's reason for living, and into this instant they threw their whole being.

We can build a palace around us if everything is right between us.

Hugo and I yield entirely to each other. We cannot be without each other, we cannot endure discord, war, estrangement, we cannot take walks alone, we do not like to travel without each other. We have yielded in spite of our individualism, our hatred of intimacy. We have absorbed our egocentric selves into our love. Our love is our ego.

I have always been tormented by the image of multiplicity of selves. Some days I call it richness, and other days I see it as a disease, a proliferation as dangerous as cancer. My first concept about people around me was that all of them were coordinated into a whole, whereas I was made of multitude of selves, of fragments.

This is my essential reason for writing, not for fame, not to be celebrated after death, but to heighten and create life all around me... I also write because when I am writing I reach the high moment of fusion sought by the mystics, the poets, the lovers, a sense of communion with the universe.

Djuna concerned only with the longitude, and latitude and altitude of human beings in relation to each other.

Very slowly, with hands, tongues, mouths, we unwrapped and untied ourselves, laying open gifts. Gave birth to each other again, as separate bodies who enjoy collision.

What unites us universally is our emotions, our feelings in the face of experience, and not necessarily the actual experiences themselves.

Every disconnection is death.

Perhaps we have built a false concept of wholeness and, under the pressure of an artificial unity, people like June explode and fly in all directions. Some day we may be reassembled into a more truthful whole.

Hugo y yo nos entregamos totalmente el uno al otro. No podemos estar el uno sin el otro, no soportamos la discordia, la guerra, el alejamiento, no podemos dar paseos solos, no nos gusta viajar sin el otro. Nos hemos entregado a pesar de nuestro individualismo, de nuestra aversión a la intimidad. Nuestro amor ha absorbido nuestro egocentrismo. Nuestro amor es nuestro ego.

Listen, if there are only two men in the world and one woman life is worth creating . . . there is life. The three of us can fight the tide of Spengler's asphyxiating gas—pessimism.

Each friend represents a world in us, a world possibly not born until they arrive, and it is only by this meeting that a new world is born