Quotes About Connection

It is when one is alone that one begins to observe Nature and to love her.

Dugo traje dok ?ovek ne prestane da se trza, ma to bilo i mehani?ki, kao ono žablja noga i galvanska struja. Tek kad se potpuno rastane, po?inje stvarno da se zanima za ono što se ti?e drugih. Jedan paradoks ljubavi.

There had never been any more between us than chance had brought. But perhaps that makes a greater indebtedness and binds closer than much else

Nipošto nemoj dozovliti da se takne, govorio je Kester. Kada ti jednom nešto postane blisko, želiš i da ga zadržiš. A ništa ne može da se zadrži.

The anguish of solitude rises up in me. When Kat is taken away I will not have one friend left.

Wunderbar war das beim Trinken - es brachte einen rasch zusammen-, aber zwischenn Abend und Morgen schaffte es auch wieder Zwischenräume, als wären es Jahre.

Es neuzdr?kst?jos vi?u nosk?pst?t. Vi?a st?v?ja tuvu jo tuvu, ta?u tik sastingusi, ka, lik?s, var?tu sal?zt, ja vi?ai pieskartos.

Un br?žiem, kad klusums br?c, tas j?p?rm?c ar visska??ko, kas cilv?kam ir.

Ich bin nicht mehr ein zitterndes Stück Dasein allein im Dunkel - ich gehöre zu ihnen und sie zu mir, wir haben alle die gleiche Angst und das gleiche Leben, wir sind verbunden auf eine einfache und schwere Art. Ich möchte mein Gesicht in sie hineindrücken, in die Stimmen, diese paar Worte, die mich gerettet haben und die mir beistehen werden.

509 sat down with his back to the barrack wall. It had still kept some warmth from the sun. Bucher came and sat down beside him. Strange, he said. Sometimes hundreds die and one doesn't feel anything, and then a single man dies, one who doesn't even concern us much—and it seems as though it were a thousand. 509 nodded. Imagination cannot count. And feeling does not grow stronger through numbers. It can never count beyond one. One—but that's enough if one feels it.

Fericirea femeii este omeneasc?:ea rezid? din iubire!

Kada nikoga ne voliš, lakše se podnosi samo?a.

QÉ™ribÉ™dir... SevÉ™n adam da... ÖlÉ™rmiÅŸ...

Iubirea este o be?ie.Nu a sim?urilor, ci a sufletelor.

O leg?tur? spiritual-sufleteasc? de maxim? intensitate, concretizat? fizic-iat? ce înseamn? iubirea...

Iubirea înseamn? contopirea suprem?, egoismul maxim în d?ruirea cea mai profund? a sinelui È™i tot ce ai.

SimÈ›irea înseamn? totul.SimÈ›irea lipsit? de cuvinte È™i imagine,liniÈ™tea profund?.

Kat and I, two soldiers in shabby battledress, roasting a goose in the middle of the night. We don't talk much, but we have a greater and more gentle consideration for each other than I should think even lovers do. We are two human beings, two tiny sparks of life; outside there is just the night, and all around us, death.

Ce n'est qu'en se retrouvant toujours seul qu'on connaît le bonheur d'être ensemble.

I didn't know you were re­lated to Se­wall Boat House too,' she said. 'Yeah. I come from a long line of wood and stone.

He would not question Barretto's love, since to know Jenny is to love Jenny; it's a universal truth

How can all the small insects simultaneously know, without a brain, without knowing anything, that today they should visit this meadow, tomorrow that one? It's a question of knowing without knowing, and wanting without wanting. If you want something too intensely, things fall apart in your hands. You start to doubt everything. As soon as you let go, everything comes to you. Then you know, without knowing.

Le destin est plus fort que nous deux réunis.

Je sais, j'ai l'air d'un cinglé. Je parle aux arbres. Je souris aux fleurs. Je caresse les pierres. Mais la folie est avant tout affaire de perspective. Personnellement, je trouve bien plus fou de croire que les arbres n'entendent pas. Que les fleurs n'aiment pas qu'on leur sourie. Que les pierres sont insensibles.