Quotes About Connection

Il resto della notte mi sembra adesso, a lasciarlo tornare nella memoria, un lago senza inizio né fine, dove ogni riflesso è ancora lì a luccicare, ma ogni sponda è perduta, e illeggibile la brezza. So però che non avevo mani, prima di quel lago, né avevo mai respirato in quel modo, insieme a qualcun altro, o smarrito il mio corpo in una pelle che non era la mia.

Nu scrie nicaieri ca daca iubesti pe cineva cu-adevarat, mult de tot, cel mai bun lucru pe care-l ai de facut este sa traiesti cu el.

Que nadie pueda olvidar lo hermoso que sería si, para cada mar que nos espera, hubiera un río para nosotros. Y alguien - un padre, un amor, alguien- capaz de cogernos de la mano y de encontrar ese río imaginarlo, inventarlo- y de depositarnos sobre su corriente, con la ligereza de una sola palabra, adiós.

Lui diceva: Non sei fregato veramente finché hai da parte una buona storia, e qualcuno a cui raccontarla. Lui l'aveva una... buona storia. Lui era la sua buona storia.

Sapeva ascoltare. E sapeva leggere. Non i libri, quelli son buoni tutti, sapeva leggere la gente. I segni che la gente si porta addosso: posti, rumori, odori, la loro terra, la loro storia... Tutta scritta, addosso.

Still today, in the lands of Carewall, they all relate that trip. Each in his own way. All without ever having seen it. But it doesn't matter. They will never stop talking about it. So that no one can ever forget how beautiful it would be if, for every sea that awaits us, there were a river for us. And someone capable of taking us by the hand and of finding that river -imagine it, invent it- and of depositing us on its current, with the lightness of a single word, goodbye.

People make such a big deal about looks, but after a while, when you know someone, you don´t even notice anymore...

I love you, I thought. But I didn't say it. It was not that I feared she would laugh in my face. She was far too kind for that. My fear was a greater one— that she won't say it back.

Better? I went from holding her hand to hugging her. Lindy, you loved me when I wasn't even human. You kissed me when I had no lips. You saw what was deep down inside me when I wasn't even sure about it myself. Believe me, there's no way I could do better. I think you're perfect.

That's what true love should be like-the person should be part of your soul and you should know what they're feeling all the time.

Magic. It was magic, and the magic is called love.

It's been going so well. We have a wonderful time in class, and I can feel the chemistry between you. - That's because it's chemistry class.

Somehow his praying and his studying made it all right to mix with them. That way, it seemed to him he could remain himself without having to remain by himself.

Crazies always recognize each other. I think Melville said it, in a slightly different context: "Genius all over the world stands hand in hand, and one shock of recognition runs the whole circle round." Of course, we're not talking about genius here, we're talking about crazies—but

I don't mind shaking hands with a human being, are you one?

I don't love nothing or nobody like I love this city, ya heard me?

People usually define family by blood ties but I don't see it that way. I think family are the people you can rely on, the people you know who will back you up when you need it. People who can rely on you.

Story is the greatest human mystery. Alex Miller, author, at BRWF 2014

How is love between two people a sin? Love isn't about gender; it's about two souls uniting.

Sex is like math: Add the bed, subtract the clothes, divide the legs, and hope you don't mult—

What the world needs now is love, sweet love / It's the only thing that there's just too little of.

If you're able to, you should share your experiences so that people out there can say, "I'm not alone. There's somebody else going through the same thing, and they're bearing up well. Maybe I can also." If that's a way for you to inspire people, then there is a lot of merit in that.

Can we account for instinct?' said Monte Cristo. 'Are there not some places where we seem to breathe sadness? — why, we cannot tell. It is a chain of recollections — an idea which carries you back to other times, to other places — which, very likely, have no connection with the present time and place.

What would be my power over you, when revealing my secrets towards you, especially when discovering yours?