Quotes About Connection

When you really love, you can never be hurt.

Sorrow is implicit in love as gravitation is implicit in mass.

i imagine therefore I belong and am free.

One word 'love' has to do service for so many different kinds of the same animal.

But that is what islands are for; they are places where different destinies can meet and intersect in the full isolation of time.

Her efforts to achieve herself had led her always towards, and not away from him.

And I saw her as a sad thirtieth child of Valentine that fell, not as Lucifer rebelling against God, but because she too passionately wanted to be united with him! All things in excess become sin.

Let us go to bed together and ignore the loutish reality of the world.

man is only an extension of the spirit of place.

One always falls in love with the love-choice of the person one loves.

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How difficult it is to analyse these relationships which lie under the mere skin of our actions; for loving is only a sort of skin-language, sex a terminology merely.

We had not a taste in common. Our characters and predispositions were wholly different, and yet in the magical ease of this friendship we felt something promised us.

But is there a friendship possible to attain which is deeper, even limitlessly deep, and yet wordless, idealess? It seems somehow necessary to find a human being to whom one can be faithful, not in the body (I leave that to the priests) but in the culprit mind?

I return, link by link, along the iron chains of memory.

He always puzzled me —except when I had him in my arms.

We are the children of our landscape; it dictates behavior and even thought in the measure to which we are responsive to it.

Loving is so much truer when sympathy, not desire, makes the match; for it leaves no wounds.

Idle to imagine falling in love as a correspondence of mind, of thoughts; it is the simultaneous firing of two spirits engaged in the autonomous act of growing up.

A city becomes a world when one loves its inhabitants.

How do you spell love in Alexandria?' he said at last, softly. 'That is the question. Sleeplessness, loneliness, bonheur, chagrin -- I do not want to harm or annoy her, but I feel that somehow, somewhere, she must need me as I need her.

this wonder of an Englishman who spoke indifferent but comprehensible Greek.… Before we parted he drew a

Laugh, and the world laughs with you: Weep, and you weep alone. For the sad old earth must borrow its mirth, But has trouble enough of its own.

I believe that if I should die, and you were to walk near my grave, from the very depths of the earth I would hear your footsteps.