Quotes About Connection

Cuando no penséis, cuando tan sólo améis, ya no volveréis a «intentar» comprender o amar; simplemente lo haréis.

Nunca nos deshacemos de algo que nosotros mismos hemos creado. Sólo podemos abrazarlo como algo nuestro y no sentirnos mal por tenerlo ?respondió Merlín.

When people look at my pictures I want them to feel the way they do when they want to read a line of a poem twice.

Above all, life for a photographer cannot be a matter of indifference

Because humanity is part of nature, it should be no surprise that people act consistently with natural law. But for most of us, this is a new idea. In our culture we have been taught to ignore our relationship to nature, to treat nature simply as the stage or background that we use, adopt, tolerate, or oppose, as the case may be.

You love your child for who the child is, not as an extension of your identity or as an example of your good parenting or even as a companion.

All thought is a feat of association; having what's in front of you bring up something in your mind that you almost didn't know you knew.

The land was ours before we were the land's.She was our land more than a hundred yearsBefore we were her people.

Tree at my window, window tree,My sash is lowered when night comes on;But let there never be curtain drawnBetween you and me.

The nearest friends can goWith anyone to death, comes so far shortThey might as well not try to go at all.

That day she put our heads together,Fate had her imagination about her,Your head so much concerned with outer,Mine with inner, weather.

Something there is that doesn't love a wall.

An idea is a feat of association.

Earth's the right place for love. I don't know where it's likely to go better.

You can be a rank insider as well as a rank outsider.

You don't have to deserve your mother's love. You have to deserve your father's.

No tears in the writer, no tears in the reader. No surprise in the writer, no surprise in the reader.

We're all a little weird. And life is a little weird. And when we find someone whose weirdness is compatible with ours, we join up with them and fall into mutually satisfying weirdness—and call it love—true love.

We're all a little weird. And life is a little weird. And when we find someone whose weirdness is compatible with ours, we join up with them and fall into mutually satisfying weirdness — and call it love — true love.

You may never have proof of your importance but you are more important than you think. There are always those who couldn't do without you. The rub is that you don't always know who.

Every person passing through this life will unknowingly leave something and take something away. Most of this "something" cannot be seen or heard or numbered or scientifically detected or counted. It's what we leave in the minds of other people and what they leave in ours. Memory. The census doesn't count it. Nothing counts without it.

Every man should stand under the blue and stars, under the infinite flag of nature, the peer of every other man.

Every flower that gives its fragrance to the wandering air leaves its influence on the soul of man. The wheel and swoop of the winged creatures of the air suggest the flowing lines of subtle art. The roar and murmur of the restless sea, the cataract's solemn chant, the thunder's voice, the happy babble of the brook, the whispering leaves, the thrilling notes of mating birds, the sighing winds, taught man to pour his heart in song and gave a voice to grief and hope, to love and death.

How could the death of someone you had never met affect you so?