Quotes About Unity

Ô grandes attitudes de l'homme et de la femme où cherchent à se joindre, dans l'innocence des premiers jours et avec l'humilité de l'argile, ce que la création a séparé, où Eve est étonnée et soumise devant l'homme au côté de qui elle s'éveille, comme lui-même, encore seul, devant Dieu qui l'a formé.

May you learn something from this present instance. Remember it well. Affection is always precious. What we cannot do alone in life, because there are things we cannot ask, or do, or wish, or learn by ourselves, we can do together, without there needing to be thirteen of us, as in the Balzac novel,107 or four, as in The Three Musketeers. I bid you farewell." He

social, and even individual differences are merged when seen from a distance in the uniformity of an epoch.

How I suffered from the position in which careless Nature placed us, when it instituted the separation of bodies from each other, and forgot to provide for the interpenetration of souls!

For what we suppose to be our love, our jealousy are, neither of them, single, continuous and individual passions. They are composed of an infinity of successive loves, of different jealousies, each of which is ephemeral, although by their uninterrupted multitude they give us the impression of continuity, the illusion of unity.

perhaps indeed there exists but a single intelligence of which everyone is a co-tenant, an intelligence towards which each of us from out of his own separate body turns his eyes, as int a theatre where, if everyone has his own separate seat, there is on the other hand but a single stage.

In such a case we feel more compassionate towards those unknown to us, whom we can only imagine, than towards those whose vulgar daily life is lived close to us, unless we feel completely one of them, one flesh with them; patriotism works this miracle, we stand by our country as we do by ourselves in a love quarrel.

Pois o que nós julgamos seja o nosso amor, o nosso ciúme, não é uma mesma paixão contínua, indivisível. Compõem-se eles de uma infinidade de amores sucessivos, de ciúmes diferentes, mas, por sua multidão ininterrupta, dão a impressão da continuidade, a ilusão da unidade.

Car ce que nous croyons notre amour, notre jalousie, ce n'est pas une même passion continue, indivisible. Ils se composent d'une infinité d'amours successifs, de jalousies différentes et qui sont éphémères, mais par leur multitude ininterrompue donnent l'impression de la continuité, l'illusion de l'unité.

Although Albertine existed in my memory only in the states in which she had appeared successively during her life, that is, subdivided into a series of temporal fractions, my thoughts, restoring her unity, reconstituted her as a person, and it is on this person that I wanted to form an overall judgment, to know whether she had lied, whether she had loved women, and whether it was in order to be free to frequent them that she had left me.

It is quite likely that this Jewish community, like any other, perhaps more than any other, could boast of many charms, qualities, and virtues. The enjoyment of these, however, was restricted to its members. The fact was they were disliked; and this, once they became aware of it, became a proof in their eyes of anti-Semitism, against which they ranged themselves in a dense phalanx, closing ranks in the face of a world that was, in any case, of no mind to join their group.

the only truth is that every human being is a small island. You can build bridges, but you'll always be an island and everything else is a lie.

I think that one person's story is always part of other people's stories.

But I'm hesitant to introduce myself with this characterization, immediately reducing everything I am to my alcoholism. It's strange that the tendency in this global world is to accentuate identities, picking the one that most marginalizes you—sexuality, race, disability. I'm struck by the way we all rush to join our particular group, emphasizing what makes us different from everyone else, in order to make us all the same.

Una pareja se compone de dos personas autónomas, ¡no es una amalgama única, por Dios!

It's strange that the tendency in this global world is to accentuate identities, picking the one that most marginalizes you—sexuality, race, disability. I'm struck by the way we all rush to join our particular group, emphasizing what makes us different from everyone else, in order to make us all the same.

Es raro que la tendencia en el mundo global sea la de acentuar identidades, eligiendo la que más te margina —identidad gay, de raza, de discapacitado—. Me impresiona cómo corremos todos a adherirnos a nuestro grupo, haciendo hincapié en lo que más nos diferencia de los demás. Para hacernos iguales.

Women among women know how not to feel alone.

Children in a family are like flowers in a bouquet: there's always one determined to face in an opposite direction from the way the arranger desires.

An inspiration spell. Inspiration means to breathe, and before we wander we have to weave our inspiration together so we don't get separated. I will blow my air at you and you will inhale, and then you will blow your air at me and I will inhale, and this way our breath will be woven together and we will be ready to travel.

I think illness is a family journey, no matter what the outcome. Everybody has to be allowed to process it and mourn and deal with it in their own way.

There is no other reality than nature.

Porque así es la gente, desgraciadamente. No se tragan entre ellos, pero para poner en solfa al otro estaban todos de acuerdo, y tan amistosamente, que parecían hermanos.