Quotes About Connection

Where Thou art - that - is Home.

God is indeed a jealous God — He cannot bear to see That we had rather not with Him But with each other play.

Los que son amados no pueden morir, Porque amor significa inmortalidad.

How vain it seems to write, when one knows how to feel-- how much more near and dear to sit beside you, talk with you, hear the tones of your voice...Give me strength, Susie, write me of hope and love, and of hearts that endure...

Did the harebell loose her girdle To the lover bee, Would the bee the harebell hallow Much as formerly?

The career of flowers differs from ours only in inaudibleness. I feel more reverence as I grow for these mute creatures whose suspense or transport may surpass my own.

I need you more and more, and the great world grows wider, and dear ones fewer and fewer, every day that you stay away --

And so, as kinsmen met a-night, We talked between the rooms, Until the moss had reached our lips, And covered up our names.

Since I have no sweet flower to send you, I enclose my heart; a little one, sunburnt, half broken sometimes, yet close as the spaniel, to it's friends

To pity those that know her not Is helped by the regret That those who know her, know her less The nearer her they get.

Love not me for comely grace, For my pleasing eye or face; Nor for any outward part, No, nor for my constant heart: For those may fail or turn to ill, So thou and I shall sever. Keep therefore a true woman's eye, And love me still, but know not why; So hast thou the same reason still To doat upon me ever.

Die geliebt werden, können nicht sterben, denn Liebe bedeutet Unsterblichkeit.  

Home is so far from home.

Long Years apart—can make no Long Years apart—can make no Breach a second cannot fill— The absence of the Witch does not Invalidate the spell— The embers of a Thousand Years Uncovered by the Hand That fondled them when they were Fire Will stir and understand—

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!

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

That Love is all there is, Is all we know of Love

It is strange that the most intangible thing is the most adhesive.

This world is just a little place, just the red in the sky, before the sun rises, so let us keep fast hold of hands, that when the birds begin, none of us be missing.

So we must meet apart— You there—I—here With just the Door ajar That Oceans are—and Prayer— And that White Sustenance— Despair— — Emily Dickinson, from "I Cannot Live with You," The Complete Poems of Emily Dickinson (Little,Brown and Company, 1960)

Yo no soy nadie, ¿y tú? ¿No eres nadie tampoco? Entonces somos dos, guarda el secreto. Ya sabes que podrían desterrarnos.

I hide myself within my flower, That wearing on your breast, You, unsuspecting, wear me too — And angels know the rest.

A heaven in a gaze, A heaven of heavens, the privilege Of one another's eyes.

The distance that the dead have gone Does not at first appear; Their coming back seems possible For many an ardent year. And then, that we have followed them We more than half suspect, So intimate have we become With their dear retrospect.