Quotes About Connection

Een ding is het snijpunt van drie lijnen en die drie lijnen samen vormen het ding: een hoeveelheid materie, de wijze waarop wij die interpreteren, en de omgeving waarin ze zich bevindt.

Then his lips cease on the other lips cold sloth.

Tenho um segredo comigo Que me faz sempre cismar, É se quero estar contigo Ou quero contigo estar.

Que nuestro amor sea una oración. Úngeme de verte y haré de mis momentos de soñarte un rosario donde mi tedio sea un Padre Nuestro y mis angustias Aves Marías...

Nadie comprende a otro. Somos, como dijo el poeta, islas en el mar de la vida.

Tal vez no tenga otro sueño que tú, tal vez sea en tus ojos, al pegar mi cara contra la tuya, cuando acabe por leer esos imposibles paisajes, esos tedios falsos, esos sentimientos que habitan la sombra de mi cansancio y las grutas de mis desasosiegos.

Piccola Ophelinha, non so se mi vuole bene, ma le scrivo esattamente per questo motivo.

BaÅŸkalar?yla iÅŸbirliÄŸi yapmak, birlikte hareket etmek, onlara baÄŸlanmak; hep metafiziksel aç?dan hastal?kl? bir itkinin ürünü bunlar. Bir bireye bahÅŸedilmiÅŸ olan ruh, baÅŸkalar?yla iliÅŸki kurmak uÄŸruna ödünç verilmemeli. Kutsal var olmak olgusu, yan yana var olmak gibi ÅŸeytani bir olguya teslim edilmemeli.

Nessuno ama un altro, ama soltanto/ ciò che di sé c'è in lui, o che suppone.

Vorrei parlarti, averti sempre accanto, e che non fosse necessario scriverti lettere - le lettere sono segni di separazione - o almeno segni, per la necessità di scriverle, del fatto di essere lontani.

La sustitución no es tan difícil como creen. Llamo sustitución a la práctica que consiste en imaginarse gozando con un hombre A cuando se está copulando con un hombre B.

Beijem o marido que lhes estiver em cima do corpo e mudem com a imaginação o homem num olhar belo que lhes estiver em cima da alma.

Eres la única forma que no produce hastío porque eres tornadiza con nuestro sentimiento, porque, como besas nuestra alegría, entretienes nuestro dolor y nuestro tedio y eres el opio que conforta y el sueño que nos hace descansar, y la muerte que cruza y junta las manos.

Brothers in our ignorance, different vessels for the same blood, different forms of the same inheritance — which of us can deny the other? Deny your wife but not your mother, your father, or your brother.

Quien está en un rincón del salón baila con todos los bailarines. Lo ve todo y, al verlo todo, lo vive todo.

When I participate, although it seems that I'm expanding, I'm limiting myself. To associate is to die. Only my consciousness of myself is real for me; other people are hazy phenomena in this consciousness, and it would be morbid to attribute very much reality to them.

No one understands anyone else.

Every spoken word double-crosses us. The only tolerable form of communication is the written word, since it isn't a stone in a bridge between souls but a ray of light between stars.

Lacking the ability to love, we grow weary, even before they are spoken, of the words we would have to say in order to be loved.

Through rational thought I can recognize that a man is a living being just like me, but for my true, involuntary self he has always had less importance than a tree, if the tree is more beautiful.

Art consists in making others feel what we feel, in freeing them from themselves, by offering them our own personality as a liberation.

other? We look at each other without seeing. We listen to each other and hear only a voice inside ourself.

Que tens tu que te ligue à vida?

Al hacer las cosas con otros pierdo, por lo menos una cosa, que es hacer las cosas solo.