Quotes About Connection

we are willing to lose ourselves in another as we exchange fates with one whom we love but on whom our heart is nevertheless impaled.

for too easily we come to love love first and not...that from which it comes.

Man loves in order to live in another a life missing in himself, for perhaps love does love what it lacks: we want to be what we love, even if what we love wants us to be, when we love, what we are.

A gray cloud swung its belly over the brush at the summit and fat drops of rain burst on the windscreen and splattered into the car and dotted up and down my arms. I hung out of the car and let the rain fall on my face.

And the world is where we belong, all of it.

To anyone with a drop of Irish blood in them the land they live on is like their mother. It's the only thing that lasts, that's worth working for, for fighting for...

Medicine asked something extraordinary of nurses: to forge intimate connections with another person for hours, weeks, or months, to care thoroughly and holistically—and then to let that individual suddenly go, often never to be heard from again.

Membership in small groups allows people to feel similar and different at the same time: similar because they are a part of a group in different because the group is separate from the masses.

The only way I'm going to make any friends is if I take the first step.

The friends we have lost do not repose under the ground...they are buried deep in our hearts. It has been thus ordained that they may always accompany us...

True love always makes a man better, no matter what woman inspires it.

Be kind, aim for my heart.

Pure love and suspicion cannot dwell together: at the door where the latter enters, the former makes its exit.

It is not the tree that forsakes the flower, but the flower that forsakes the tree.

Does the open wound in another's breast soften the pain of the gaping wound in our own? Or does the blood which is welling from another man's side staunch that which is pouring from our own? Does the general anguish of our fellow creatures lessen our own private and particular anguish? No, no, each suffers on his own account, each struggles with his own grief, each sheds his own tears.

When one loves, one is only too ready to believe one's love returned.

Friendship throws out deep roots in honest hearts, D'Artagnan. Believe me, it is only the evil-minded who deny friendship; they cannot understand it.

the tree forsakes not the flower: the flower falls from the tree.

I say, sir, you sir, who are hiding yourself behind that shutter—yes, you, sir, tell me what you are laughing at, and we will laugh together!

What tender threads do life and death hang

When I think of you my heart beats fast, the blood burns in my veins and I can hardly breathe.

And yet the two young people had never declared their affection; they had grown together like two trees whose roots are mingled, whose branches intertwine and whose intermingled perfume rises to the heavens.

Nothing causes more people to deny God, misunderstand God, mistreat others, or abuse Nature more than the illusion of separateness. Nothing. No thing.

When you nurture Nature, Nature nurtures you.