Quotes About Connection

el destino por sí mismo es como una tela amplia y maravillosa, en la cual cada hebra es guiada por una mano infinitamente tierna; permanece junto a otra hebra, y es contenida y apoyada por cientos de otras.

how will you sleep without my whispering above you like the linden's branches? Without my lying here awake and placing words, almost like eyelids, on your breasts, your limbs, your lips. Without my closing you and leaving you alone with what is yours like a garden with a mass of mint-balm and star-anise.

Aber das Wehende höre, die ununterbrochene Nachricht, die aus Stille sich bildet.

We are unutterably alone, essentially, especially in the things most intimate and most important to us.

because I consider this to be the highest task of a connection between two people: that both guard the others loneliness. – Rainer Maria Rilke

the idea that poetic practice requires solitude. In the vision Rilke offers, solitude is not merely a matter of being alone: it is a territory to be entered and occupied, and Rilke provides for Kappus (and the rest of us) a map of how to accomplish those ends. The first step is the simple recognition that solitude exists. A lack of connection to other people

Dann brachte mir dein Brief den sanften Segen, ich wußte, daß es keine Ferne gibt: Aus allem Schönen gehst du mir entgegen, mein Frühlingswind du, du mein Sommerregen, du meine Juninacht mit tausend Wegen, auf denen kein Geweihter schritt vor mir: ich bin in dir!

To love is good, too: love being difficult. For one human being to love another: that is perhaps the most difficult of all our tasks, the ultimate, the last test and proof, the work for which all other work is but preparation." ? Rainer Maria Rilke

To love is also good, for love is hard. Love berween one person and another: that is perhaps the hardest thing it is laid on us to do, the utmost, the ultimate trial and test, the work for which all other work is just preparation. For this reason young people, who are beginners in everything, do not yet know how to love: they must learn. With their whole being, with all their strength, concerted on their solitary fearful, upward beating hearts, they have to learn to love.

No constellation is as steadfast, no accomplishment as irrevocable as a connection between human beings which, at the very moment it becomes visible, works more forcefully in those invisible depths where our existence is as lasting as gold lodged in stone, more constant than a star.

At bottom, and just in the deepest and most important things, we are unutterably alone, and for one person to be able to advise or even help another, a lot must happen, a lot must go well, a whole constellation of things must come right in order once to succeed.

Death is our friend, precisely because it brings us into absolute and passionate presence with all that is here, that is natural, that is love.

When we meet others, we should not think of ourselves as superior and look down on them or pity them, but see them as the source of our happiness.

Baba Farid seems to have said to his disciples, 'Give me not a knife but a needle. I want to sew together, not cut asunder.

Ah, I can hear you say, so it was all a build-up to bore us with his buggy jiving. He only wanted us to listen to him rave! But only partially true: Being invisible and without substance, a disembodied voice, as it were, what else could I do? What else but try to tell you what was really happening when your eyes were looking through? And it is this which frightens me: Who knows but that, on the lower frequencies, I speak for you?

I didn't want to be trouble to anyone," I said. "Everybody has to be trouble to somebody.

Education Is All A Matter Of Building Bridges

Being invisible and without substance, a disembodied voice, as it were, what else could I do? What else but try to tell you what was really happening when your eyes were looking through? And it is this which frightens me: Who knows but that, on the lower frequencies, I speak for you?

You cannot have a deep sympathy with both man & nature. Those qualities which bring you near to the one estrange you from the other."  

Happiness is a perfume you cannot pour on others without getting some on yourself.

When friendships are real, they are not glass threads or frost work, but the solidest things we can know.

You have just dined, and however scrupulously the slaughterhouse is concealed in the graceful distance of miles, there is complicity.

Love, and you shall be loved.

Friendship, like the immortality of the soul, is too good to be believed. When friendships are real, they are not glass threads or frost work but the solidest things we know.