Quotes About Connection

part of the grief was that each member of the family was mourning his own mortality.

people sit and sip coffee and talk easily of their lives.

As with the destruction of the environment, no one intended to rob us of our interior lives. Each of us once swallowed that first bite of the wired world, then the second. Then we were addicted. Soon, we couldn't remember what we had lost. Our children, of course, were born into the wired world, never knowing any other way of life. All this in the name of "progress.

The abundances caused by isolation are stifled by the same isolation

But what I hope most of all is that you understand what I mean when I tell you that even though I do not know you, and even though I may never meet you, laugh with you, cry with you, or kiss you. I love you. With all my heart, I love you.

No one will ever forget that night, and what it meant for this country. But I will never forget the man and what he meant to me.

There is no coincidence. Only the illusion of coincidence.

While a truncheon may be used in lieu of conversation, words will always retain their power.

I am but a stranger ... as we all are. Lonely inside our separate skins, we cannot know each others pain and must bear our own in solitude. For my part, I have found that walking soothes it; and that, given luck, sometimes we find one to walk besides us ... at least for a little way.

Sex is glorious, it's how we all got here, and it's most people's favourite activity.

I hope that the world turns and that things get better. But what I hope most of all is that you understand what I mean when I tell you that even though I do not know you, and even though I may never meet you, laugh with you, cry with you, or kiss you. I love you. With all my heart, I love you.

He confirmado que no existe diferencia entre todos los demás y yo! Basta con un mal día para que el hombre más cuerdo del mundo enloquezca. A esa distancia está el mundo de mí. A un mal día.

Life is a lot more interesting if you are interested in the people and the places around you. So, illuminate your little patch of ground, the people that you know, the things that you want to commemorate. Light them up with your art, with your music, with your writing, with whatever it is that you do.

You're my only remaining link to the world

There is something in death akin to that which exists in love: both spur men to eloquence.

By connecting to nowhere you must in turn connect to everywhere, in the course of which becoming wise.  Nothing is permanent, but anything is possible.  Everything dies, yet beauty and joy endure. We are incredibly powerful and infinitely weak. Again and again these paradoxes repeat, like colors of yarn in an elaborate woven rug. There

Even though it's somebody else's tragedy rather than my own. I was there and I laughed along with all the rest and I guess that makes it part of my story also.

La buena escritura es la que empuja al lector a un compromiso activo. El arte realmente efectivo exige que el público haga al menos la mitad del trabajo

Indeed, there is something in this valley, some spirit and some life, and much to talk about in the huts. Although nothing has come yet, something is here already.

Cry, the beloved country, for the unborn child that is the inheritor of our fear. Let him not love the earth too deeply. Let him not laugh too gladly when the water runs through his fingers, nor stand too silent when the setting sun makes red the veld with fire. Let him not be too moved when the birds of his land are singing, nor give too much of his heart to a mountain or a valley. For fear will rob him of all if he gives too much.

Há quanto tempo eu não olhava você dormir? (...) E o que vejo agora é que, embora há anos durma sem mim, longe de mim, CONTRA MIM, continua dormindo com os braços amassados debaixo do travesseiro...

El amor no abraza, pensaba Rímini: hiere. No inunda, se clava.

Sofìa non era sparita, non era morta, era con lui, e lo amava ancora. Cos'era il resto, tutto il resto, se non pura futilità?

Quando a felicidade é sua e a dor é do outro não há relação entre felicidade e dor?