Quotes About Connection

And, in any case, the idea of independence was a fantasy. Everyone depended on someone.

He wanted his noises to touch the others; friendly noises could melt hostility.

Sometimes, I love to fight with you… Because, we end up loving each other more.

Holding on to a relationship is like holding sand in your hand! The more tightly you try to grip it, the more quickly it vanishes and more freely you hold it, the longer it stays! So, Relationship = How you hold it?

What love lays bare in me is energy.

Il me vient alors cette exaltation d'aimer à fond quelqu'un d'inconnu, et qui le reste à jamais: mouvement mystique: j'accède à la connaissance de l'inconnaissance.

Le langage est une peau: je frotte mon langage contre l'autre.

Is the scene always visual? It can be aural, the frame can be linguistic: I can fall in love with a sentence spoken to me: and not only because it says something which manages to touch my desire, but because of its syntactical turn (framing), which will inhabit me like a memory.

M? interesez de limbaj pentru c? m? r?ne?te sau m? seduce.

The lover's discourse is usually a smooth envelope which encases the Image, a very gentle glove around the loved being.

The gift is contact, sensuality: you will be touching what I have touched, a third skin unites us.

Ce que cache mon langage, mon corps le dit» Roland Barthes (Fragments d'un discours amoureux)

Where you are tender, you speak your plural.

Every contact, for the lover, raises the question of an answer: the skin is asked to reply.

Om aan de ontwerkelijking te ontsnappen - om de komst ervan uit te stellen - probeer ik me met de wereld te verenigen door middel van het slechte humeur.

I could read my nonexistence in the clothes my mother had worn before I can remember her.

Magic consultations, secret rites, and votive actions are not absent from the amorous subject's life, whatever culture he belongs to.

The lover's discourse is in a sense a series of No Exits

The text does not gloss the images, which do not illustrate the text.

Love's atopia, characteristic which causes it to escape all dissertations, would be that *ultimately* it is possible to talk about love only *according to a strict allocutive determination*; whether philosophical, gnomic, lyric, or novelistic, there is always, in the discourse upon love, a person whom one addresses, though this person may have shifted to the condition of a phantom or a creature still to come. No one wants to speak of love unless it is *for* someone.).

Obliger a penser tout seul, voila une definition possible de la culture classique. Une civilisation n'est belle que dans la mesure ou il y a une circulation naturelle entre les oeuvres de ses grands hommes et la vie intime de ses individus et de ses foyers.

Language is a skin : I rub my language against the other. It is as if I had words instead of fingers, or fingers at the tip of my words. My language trembles with desire.

The love story... is the tribute the lover must pay to the world in order to be reconciled with it.

No habría familias si no hubiera algunas exitosas!)