Quotes About Connection

Oh the Earth was made for lovers

Are nothing to the bee; His separation from his rose To him seems misery.

I'm Nobody! Who are you?

Oh Susie, I would nestle close to your warm heart, and never hear the wind blow, or the storm beat, again. Is there any room there for me, or shall I wander away all homeless and alone? Thank you for loving me, darling...

Dearer you cannot be, for I love you so already, that it almost breaks my heart - perhaps I can love you anew, every day of my life, every morning and evening - oh, if you will let me, how happy I shall be!

This is my letter to the world That never wrote to me.

And whose 'I'll meet you' hesitates If love inquire, 'Where?

But she and Death, acquainted

I died for Beauty—but was scarce Adjusted in the Tomb When One who died for Truth, was lain In an adjoining Room— He questioned softly Why I failed? For Beauty, I replied— And I—for Truth—Themself are One— We Brethren, are, He said— And so, as Kinsmen, met a Night— We talked between the Rooms— Until the Moss had reached our lips— And covered up—Our names—

If you were here, and Oh that you were, my Susie, we need not talk at all, our eyes would whisper for us...

They fling their speech By means of it in God's ear;

The thought behind I strove to join Unto the thought before, But sequence ravelled out of reach

We meet no Stranger but Ourself.

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

This is my letter to the world,     That never wrote to me, —

I never spoke with God

Remember and care for me sometimes, and scatter a fragrant flower in this wilderness life of mine by writing me.

I could not die with you, For one must wait To shut the other's gaze down,— You could not.

Ma Rivière coule vers Toi - Mer bleue - Veux-tu m'accueillir ? Ma Rivière attend une réponse. Ô Mer - montre-toi bienveillante ! J'irai te chercher des Ruisseaux Dans des vallons diaprés - Allez Mer - tu me prends ?

Few get enough, ? enough is one ; To that ethereal throng Have not each one of us the right To stealthily belong ?

Morii per la bellezza ma ero appena abituata alla tomba che uno che morì per la verità fu deposto in una stanza attigua Mi chiese piano "Perché sei mancata?" "Per la bellezza" risposi "E io per la verità sono una cosa sola noi siamo fratelli" disse Così, come congiunti che si incontrino di notte parlammo fra le stanze finché il muschio raggiunse le nostre labbra e coprì i nostri nomi.

That Love is all there is, Is all we know of Love; It is enough, the freight should be Proportioned to the groove.

I'm Nobody! Who are you? Are you—Nobody—Too?

it occured to her that kissing and being kissed were two different things. and being kissed by someone you've really wanted to is something else again.