Quotes About Connection

So soon as I talk I express the universal, and if I do not do so, no one can understand me.

There is, however, a power that is called memory. It should be dear to all the good ones as well as to all lovers. Yes, it may even be so dear to lovers that they almost prefer this whisper of memory to the sight of each other, as when they say, "Do you remember that time, and do you remember that time?

If you can do that, if you can find exactly the place where the other is and begin there, you may perhaps have the luck to lead him to the place where you are. For to be a teacher does not mean simply to affirm that such a thing is so, or to deliver a lecture, etc. No, to be a teacher in the right sense is to be a learner.

Skal man hjelpe en annen, må man først finne ut hvor han er, og møte ham der. Dette er det første bud i all sann hjelpekunst.

At digte sig ind i en pige er en kunst, at digte sig ud af hende er et mesterstykke.

Intohimo ei merkitse sanoja.

Cuando un hombre habla como un libro impreso, es aburrido escucharle, pero a menudo es muy útil hablar de este modo.

You think your relationship with your daughter is something that is, a noun, a thing that can be broken, or fixed. Neither of those things are true. Time moves. Ruri is dead, she died long, long ago, and you are alive. What you have with your daughter isn't a thing, it's a process, a verb, it's something you create with each and every moment.

me and Rebecca

We are not responsible for the mistakes committed by our previous generations. However, if we equate ourselves with them and regard ourselves as their heirs, we must then be ready to also share the responsibility for their mistakes.

Grief is the tribute we pay the dead," she said, matter-of-fact sympathy in her voice. "But they don't ask more than we can afford to give. They've never really gone from us, you know, those we love; they're part of our story, and we of theirs.

I like you, Mike. I just wanted to know about you." He grinned and finished building the fire. "OK, point taken, and I like you too, Juney. It was an RPG." "Role-playing game?" she asked, bewildered, and saw him laugh aloud, his head thrown back—for the first time since they met, she realized. "Rocket Propelled Grenade," he said.

Is maith an scáthán súil charad!" Juniper replied ruefully. "A friend's eye is a good mirror!

Peace to the sky Sky to the earth Earth beneath sky Strength in all.

I know there is a special bond between us, one that the others envy and resent; it is because she and I both stand at the gateway, I of my life, she of her death, and we both know that it is a revolving door.

He stared past her to the place at the other end of the dining table where Regina would sit as his wife. If she were here. If he hadn't driven her away. "I'm not sure I know how to love, Louisa." She took his hand. "Don't be silly. Loving is easy. It's finding someone to love you back that's hard.

I always say that love is like the meat in a pie," Freddy put in. "The crust is what people see—the practical things that hold a couple together. But love is the important part—without it you've got a meatless pie, and what's the point of that?" "Why, Freddy," Minerva said, "that was almost profound.

If you never put your life in someone else's hands, then you can't really expect them to put theirs in yours. In the long run, never trusting anyone is a hard way to live.

Sometimes the way to a man's heart is through his talleywacker.

The friendship that can cease has never been real.

The face is the mirror of the mind, and eyes without speaking confess the secrets of the heart.

Love is the earth that holds our roots in place. Without it, there's nothing to keep us from falling over.

We all long for someone with whom we are able to share our peculiar burdens of being alive.

That boy held my heart in a way that felt molecular.