Quotes About Connection

marriage is one thing, and love is another...You need to have a solid canvas; nobody stops you to weave the arabesques...

Perhaps it is because cats do not live by human patterns, do not fit themselves into prescribed behavior, that they are so united to creative people.

We have met and hated, fought and died before - you and I.

We never stand alone—for we are all woven into one—land, sky, rock, sand, animals—man is only a part of the whole.

The waltz can be sad and at the same time uplifting. You have to see life from both sides, and the waltz encapsulates that. If you're in my audience you give yourself to me and the waltz will grab you.

The unsayable! It was mysteriously linked, I now understood, to the essential. The essential was unsayable. Incommunicable. And everything in the world that tortured me with its silent beauty, everything that needed no words, seemed to be essential. The unsayable was essential.

With a lot of films, people are sitting on the outside looking in, but I want the audience to get a bit more intimately involved with what's going on, so that they maybe can experience it a little bit more intensely.

Music touches the soul, it stirs passion, it moves us and can make us better people. It's no coincidence that 2000 years ago a famous Roman politician, Cato the Younger, warned that soldiers shouldn't listen to music because it would make them unfit to wage war!

Keep this up, Mrs. Collier, and I may have to kiss you.

The colonel reached up and brushed a curl back from Carrie's cheek, tucking it behind her ear. His gentle touch was healing salve for her aching heart. His eyes held hers for several long seconds. Then in seemingly one smooth motion, he dropped his hand and stood. "Good night, Miss Bell—er, Carrie Ann." He gave her a polite little bow, but his eyes held a certain light. He genuinely cared about her.

Montalbano felt moved. This was real friendship, Sicilian friendship, the kind based on intuition, on what was left unsaid. With a true friend, one never needs to ask, because the other understands on his own accordingly.

Non credo rivedrà mai più la sua amica Laura. E se mai la rivedrà non penso che sarà in grado di riconoscerla" "Ma lei è riuscito a capire se era almeno felice?" "Felice? Non saprei, forse non è la parola giusta. Era... in armonia, ecco. In armonia con se stessa. E col mondo

Hey, can you teach me the word for friend that you wrote on my card?" " Peng you ," I say. " Peng you ," she says, only instead of pung yo , it sounds like penguin . "Shee shee for being my penguin," she says.

She looks at Laura. Their eyes meet.

Tell me you'll come back for the pack. For me." His eyes were bright with tears. I don't want to lose you.

Vorrei sapere se ci incontreremo e quando. Se ci incontreremo troppo tardi o appena in tempo o ci incontreremo ma non riusciremo neanche a capire che eravamo noi e quanto eravamo importanti l'uno per l'altra.

That night when you kissed me, I left a poem in your mouth, and you can hear some of the lines every time you breathe out.

To know true love, even though it was impossible to keep, had finally cracked her heart open enough to let someone else in.

Wolves mated for life. Where was he? Where was the echo to her howl, her mate? Was there no other lone wolf, searching the hills for her?

more than ever, she knew the only thing that really mattered was being with the ones you love.

But I know my real fear about your growing older is not only about the millions of things that could happen. It is about how afraid I am of what I imagine as the inevitable separation that will come between us. I don't know why I am so convinced it will happen, but I am afraid that it will, and I am already mourning the loss of these days when you had no choice but to love me.

The only thing worse than a social networking junkie who breaks out in a cold sweat if she hasn't updated her page in the past ten seconds is the person (usually it's a guy) who proudly refuses to join Facebook. You know, that same d-bag who held out on getting a cell phone until, like, 2002.

He looked so pained that I dreamed of taking his hands and making him dance

But would the morning sun rise if I could not look on Michael's face? Page 44