Quotes About Connection

There is a wonderful movement afoot called "random acts of kindness." What a refreshing change from random acts of violence that so trouble our world.

May there be peace on earth, May the hearts of all people be open to themselves and to each other, May all people awaken to the light of their own true nature, May all creation be blessed and be a blessing to All That Is.

Yoga is a Sanskrit word meaning "union," the union of our mind with Divine Mind.

Place yourself in the egg of light and practice Metta for at least two people whom you will be coming in contact with today or this week.

In this way we will restore our place in the Great Web of Life that we may treat the earth and all her children with the greatest respect and love. February is the perfect time for the flowering of compassion. Listen to the voices of the Ancient Ones as they penetrate the winter stillness: The seeds are beginning to stir in the dark womb of the Earth Mother. Days grow longer and Brother Bear stretches in his den.

There should always be a precious time together at the end of the working day. Turn off the phone, ignore the door, pour a glass of wine or fruit juice. Shed the world and learn about each other in your own romantic oasis.

You have to live with a painting as you do with a lover. It's that personal. You might want to change lovers. You might want to rearrange your paintings. That's the way it should be.

When God has become a business, though, it is very hard for people to get the confidence to realize that God is really a personal God, a God who touches us as individuals, a God who is as close to us as we choose to see. We have learned well the remoteness of a God who lived for so long behind communion rails and altar steps and seminary doors and chancery desks that the experience of God, however strong, has always been more private secret than public expectation.

Benedict sets up a community, a family. And families, the honest among us will admit, are risky places to be if perfection is what y ou are expecting in life.

We gain the insight to see ourselves through the friendships we make. They mirror us to ourselves. In them we see clearly what we do not have as well as what the world cannot do without. They do not judge us or condemn us or reject us. They hold us up while we grow, laughing and playing as we go. They bring us to the best of ourselves. "One's friends," George Santayana wrote, "are that part of the human race with which one can be human.

Ezer világon és tízezer életen át is kereslek majd, amíg meg nem talállak. - Én pedig várok majd rá, minden világban és minden életben...

Aki megszületik, annak meg is kell halnia. Akik találkoznak, azoknak el is kell válniuk... De amin megosztozunk ebben az életben, azt már soha nem lehet elvenni tÅ'lünk.

Van egy hely túl életen és halálon, Ahol az égen nincs felhÅ', és a folyók vize tiszta. Emlékezz rám, és ott rád találok.

Aztán valahol a végtele kékségben két lélek útjai keresztezik egymást... Å' pedig úgy veszi majd észre egy idegen szemében a saját szíve tükörképét, mint búvár a tenger árnyai közt a gyöngyöt... és akkor tudni fogja, hogy végre az Å' lelke is hazatalált.

But it's a strange thing, the effect that everyone singing together has- the bond that grows between you, the feeling of unity. It gives you the strength to carry on, when things are hard. And it's hard to hate anyone when you're singing with them; hard to be angry...

It doesn't matter. I'm not asking forever of you...just let me love you now.

Yes, she made me love her. But she didn't mean to. She took by giving... and that makes all the difference.

I love you,' he whispered again, wonderingly, as he understood at last how a lifetime together with someone that you loved could seem like an eternity, and yet not be long enough.

He is afraid, as suddenly he knows that he was afraid all along, that if he felt her body so close to him he would never let her go.

And without good feelings about herself, she could not feel close to the goodness of the Mother.

In the early years, you fight because you don't understand each other. In later years, you fight because you do.

A place belongs forever to whoever claims it hardest, remembers it most obsessively, wrenches it from itself, shapes it, renders it, loves it so radically that he remakes it in his own image.

The worst thing yet the best that can happen to you is a soul touch!!!!

I cannot make speeches, Emma. . . . If I loved you less, I might be able to talk about it more'" (E 3:13).