Quotes About Connection

Indians do not hinder the progress of their dead by embalming or tight coffining. When the spirit has gone they give the body back to the earth. the earth welcomes the body-coaxes new life and beauty from it, hurries over what men shudder at. Lovely tender herbage bursts from the graves, swiftly, exulting over corruption.

They might not need me; but they might. I'll let my head be just in sight; A smile as small as mine might be Precisely their necessity.

I felt it shelter to speak to you.

My love for those I love -- not many -- not very many, but don't I love them so?

To see her is a picture— To hear her is a tune— To know her an Intemperance As innocent as June— To know her not—Affliction— To own her for a Friend A warmth as near as if the Sun Were shining in your Hand.

I am nobody! Who are you? Are you a nobody, too?

My best Acquaintances are those With Whom I spoke no Word

The Soul selects her own Society.

Wild Nights—Wild Nights! Were I with thee Wild Nights should be Our luxury! Futile—the winds— To a heart in port— Done with the compass— Done with the chart! Rowing in Eden— Ah, the sea! Might I but moor— Tonight— In thee!

Till it has loved, no man or woman can become itself.

A letter always seemed to me like immortality because it is the mind alone without corporeal friend.

I think of love, and you, and my heart grows full and warm, and my breath stands still.

I see thee better in the dark I do not need a light.

Till I loved I never liked enough.

Todo lo que sabemos del amor es que el amor es todo lo que hay.

I miss you, mourn for you, and walk the streets alone- often at night, beside, I fall asleep in tears, for your dear face, yet not one word comes back to me. If it is finished, tell me, and I will raise the lid to my box of Phantoms, and lay one more love in; but if it lives and beats still, still lives and beats for me, then say so, and I will strike the strings to one more strain of happiness before I die.

I need you more and more, and the great world grows wider, and dear ones fewer and fewer, every day that you stay away. My heart goes wandering around and calls for Susie...My heart is full of you; none other than you are in my thoughts, yet when I seek to say to you something not for the world, words fail me. If you were here, we need not talk at all for our eyes would whisper for us and, your hand fast in mine, we would not ask for language.

Who loves you most, and loves you best, and thinks of you when others rest? 'Tis Emilie.

I'm a Nobody! Who are you? Are you nobody, too? There's a pair of us- don't tell!

Oh Susie, I often think that I will try to tell you how very dear you are, and how I'm watching for you, but the words won't come, though the tears will, and I sit down disappointed. Yet, darling, you know it all-- then why do I seek to tell you? I do not know. In thinking of those I love, my reason is all gone from me, and I do fear sometimes that I must make a hospital for the hopelessly insane, and chain myself up there so I won't injure you.

Love is Immortality.

Unable are the loved to die, for love is immortality.

MY river runs to thee: Blue sea, wilt welcome me? My river waits reply. Oh sea, look graciously! I 'll fetch thee brooks From spotted nooks,— Say, sea, Take me!

Sweet hour, blessed hour, to carry me to you, and to bring you back to me, long enough to snatch one kiss, and whisper goodbye again.