Quotes About Connection

The life is the crossing of a sea, where we meet in the same narrow ship. In death we reach the shore and go to our different worlds.

They who from birth have had no other speech than the trembling of their lips learn a language of the eyes, endless in expression, deep as the sea, clear as the heavens, wherein play dawn and sunset, light and shadow.

Though I have a sense of achievement while I am in your company, I have nothing to cling to when I move away.

They who from birth have had no other

There is a real Bharatvarsha—a complete India. Unless we establish ourselves there, we can't absorb its true living essence into our minds and hearts. Therefore I say, forgetting all else, discarding book-learning, the lure of prestige, and the temptation of odd profits, we must set sail for that very port, whether we drown or perish. No wonder I can never forget the true, complete image of Bharatvarsha.

At the slightest opportunity, Gora wanted to forcefully cast aside all constraints and prejudices, to come down to the level the general public, and declare with all his heart: 'I am yours, and you are mine!

Merging with that mass of humanity, he wanted to surrender to the vast current of national life, and to feel the nation's turbulent pulse within his own heart.

Tu es invité au festival de ce monde.

For the elements which have lost their living bond of reality have lost the meaning of their existence.

I thought I would write love's words in their own colour; but that lies deep in the heart, and tears are pale. Would you know them, friend, if the words were colourless? I thought I would sing love's words to their own tune, but that sounds only in my heart, and my eyes are silent. Would you know them, friend, if there were no tune?

In love I pay my endless debt to you for what you are.

Let only that little be left of me whereby I may name thee my all.

She wants neither land nor a house. She'll die if she can't see you.

My soul is alight with your infinitude of stars. Your world has broken upon me like a flood. The flowers of your garden blossom in my body. The joy of life that is everywhere burns like an incense in my heart. And the breath of all things plays on my life as on a pipe of reeds.

I lose thee, to find thee back again and again, My beloved. Thou leavest me, that I may receive thee all the more, when thou returnest. Thou canst vanish behind the moment's screen Only because thou art mine for evermore, My beloved. When I go in search of thee, my heart trembles, spreading ripples across my love. Thou smilest through thy disguise of utter absence, and my tears sweeten thy smile.

We may not know exactly what is happening: we do not know exactly even about a speck of dust. But when we feel the flow of life in us to be one with the universal life outside, then all our pleasures and pains are seen strung upon one long thread of joy. The facts: I am, I move, I grow, are seen in all their immensity in connection with the fact that everything else is there along with me, and not the tiniest atom can do without me.

Love's gift cannot be given, it waits to be accepted.

I seem to have loved you in numberless forms, numberless times, in life after life, in age after age forever.

By plucking her petals you do not gather the beauty of the flower.

You smiled and talked to me of nothing and I felt that for this I had been waiting long.

Love is an endless mystery, because there is no reasonable cause that could explain it.

Music fills the infinite between two souls

Beauty is simply reality seen with the eyes of love

You know, food is such - it's a hug for people.