Quotes About Connection

one night I met up with Death's friend and didn't know it.

Books were only one type of recepticle where we stored a lot of things we were afraid we might forget.There is nothing magical in them, at all.The magic is only in what books say, how they stitches the patches of the universe together into one garment for us.

And they were all, when their souls grew warm, poets.

me gusta observar a la gente. A veces, me paso el día entero en el metro, y los contemplo, los escucho. Sólo deseo saber qué son, qué desean y adónde van. (...) A veces me deslizo a hurtadillas y escucho en el metro. O en las cafeterías. Y, ¿sabe qué? - ¿Qué? - La gente no habla de nada.

Nadie tiene ya tiempo para nadie.

But Clarisse's favorite subject wasn't herself. It was everyone else, and me. She was the first person in a good many years I've really liked. She was the first person I can remember who looked straight at me as if I counted.

Una vez, cuando él era niño, durante un corte de suministro eléctrico, su madre había encontrado y encendido la última vela que tenían; entonces se habían sentido muy próximos el uno del otro. Esa tenue iluminación había hecho que el espacio perdiese sus vastas dimensiones y se cerrase, envolvente, a su alrededor, madre e hijo, solo ellos, transformados, esperando que la electricidad no volviese quizá demasiado pronto.

Something your hand touched some way so your soul has somewhere to go when you die, and when people look at that tree or that flower you planted, you're there. It doesn't matter what you do, he said, so long as you change something from the way it was before you touched it into something that's like you after you take your hands away.

Ima nas previše,pomislio je.Ima nas na milijarde,a to je previše.Nitko nikoga n pozna.Neznanci do?u i oskvrnu te.Neznanci do?u i izvade ti srce.

The two women passed like needles, sewing one tree to the next with their perfume.

He saw himself in her eyes, suspended in two shining drops of bright water, himself dark and tiny, in fine detail, the lines about his mouth, everything there, as if her eyes were two miraculous bits of violet amber that might capture and hold him intact.

Somos demasiados –pensó–. Somos millardos, y eso es demasiado. Nadie conoce a nadie. Gente extraña se te mete en casa. Gente extraña te arranca el corazón.

Being with people is nice. But I don't think it's social to get a bunch of people together and then not let them talk, do you?

Siamo in troppi pensava intanto. Siamo in miliardi di esseri su questa terra e miliardi e miliardi sono troppi. Non ci conosciamo tra noi. Nessuno conosce qualcuno degli altri. Sconosciuti vengono a violare la tua intimità. Sconosciuti ti entrano in casa e ti strappano il cuore dal petto. Ti succhiano via tutto il sangue.

Oh, Dad. I never knew you. I sure know you now.

Yo creo que hay una verdad en todos los mundos. Y todas ellas son partes de una misma verdad. Un día todas se unirán como trozos de un gran rompecabezas.

Cuántas veces la gente toma y te devuelve tu propia expresión, tus más escondidos y temblorosos pensamientos?

A stranger is shot in the street, you hardly move to help. But if, half an hour before, you spent just ten minutes with the fellow and knew a little about him and his family, you might just jump in front of his killer and try to stop it.

Somos miles de milones, es excesivo. Nadie conoce a nadie. Llegan unos desconocidos y te violan, llegan unos desconocidos y te desgarran el corazón. Llegan unos desconocidos y se te llevan la sangre.

God, how we get our fingers in each other's clay. That's friendship, each playing the potter to see what shapes we can make of the other.

Por qué será- dijo él una vez, en la entrada del Metro-- que tengo la sensación de conocerte desde hace muchos años? -Porque le aprecio a usted- replicó ella-, y no deseo nada suyo. Y también porque nos conocemos mutuamente.

Irritations and angers aside, what about loves? What do you love most in the world? The big and little things, I mean.

Funny, how funny, not to remember where or when you met your husband or wife.

What we do is us. Because of you. For that we came.