Quotes About Connection

one prisoner looking at another

Idolatría! Amar tanto a los objetos puede acabar destruyéndote. Lo que ocurre es que si cuidas algo lo suficiente cobra vida propia. ¿Y no es ese el propósito de los objetos, de las cosas hermosas, ponerte en contacto con una belleza más grande?

is not flesh and blood, but heart which makes us fathers and sons. —SCHILLER

And I add my own love to the history of people who have loved beautiful things, and looked out for them, and pulled them from the fire, and sought for them when they were lost, and tried to preserve them and save them while passing them along literally from hand to hand, singing out brilliantly from the wreck of time to the next generation of lovers, and the next.

I was very taken with the idea that a person might notice in passing some bewitching stranger and remember her for the rest of his life.

when you feel homesick, he said, just look up. because the moon is the same wherever you go

I tend to equate physical beauty with qualities with which it has absolutely nothing to do. I see a pretty mouth or a moody pair of eyes and imagine all sorts of deep affinities, private kinships.

It could have been a foxhole in the Somme being shelled by the Germans and all that mattered was her next to me in the dark, her arm beside mine.

Whatever teaches us to talk to ourselves is important: whatever teaches us to sing ourselves out of despair. But the painting has also taught me that we can speak to each other across time.

That's odd,' said Henry. 'The first thing I thought of when I tasted that coffee was you.

No person, no matter how beloved, can ever truly understand us.

He did touch people's lives, the lives of strangers, in an entirely unanticipated way. It was they who really mourned him - or what they thought was him - with a grief that was no less sharp for not being intimate with its object.

I was relieved that in my unfamiliar babbling-and-wanting-to-talk state I'd stopped myself from blurting the thing on the edge of my tounge, the thing I'd never said, even thouhg it was something we both knew well enough without me saying it out loud to him in the street-which was, of course, I love you.

El mundo no acudirá a mí, solía decir, yo tengo que salir a su encuentro.

In a certain sense, this was why I felt so close to the others in the Greek class. They, too, knew this beautiful and harrowing landscape, centuries dead; they'd had the same experience of looking up from their books with fifth-century eyes and finding the world disconcertingly sluggish and alien, as if it were not their home.

Si un cuadro te llega de verdad al corazón y cambia tu forma de mirar, de pensar, de sentir, no piensas: «Oh, me encanta este cuadro porque es universal» o «Me encanta este cuadro porque habla a toda la humanidad». Esa no es la razón por la que alguien ama una obra de arte. Es un susurro secreto desde un callejón: «Psss. Eh, chico. Sí, tú».

I add my own love to the history of people who have loved beautiful things, and looked out for them, and pulled them from the fire, and sought them when they were lost, and tried to preserve them and save them while passing them along literally from hand to hand, singing out brilliantly from the wreck of time to the next generation of lovers, and the next.

I'd given up trying to explain Hobie to Boris: the house, the workshop, his thoughtful way of listening (...) but more than anything a sort of pleasing atmosphere of mind: foggy, autumnal, a mild and welcoming micro-climate that made me feel safe and comfortable in his company.

And as much as I wanted to, I knew I couldn't turn around, that to look at her directly was to violate the laws of her world and mine; she had come to me the only way she could, and our eyes met in the glass for a long still moment; but just as she seemed about to speak - with what seemed a combination of amusement, affection, exasperation - a vapor rolled between us and I woke up.

Well I have to say I personally have never drawn such a sharp line between 'good' and 'bad' as you. For me: that line is often false. The two are never disconnected. One can't exist without the other. As long as I am acting out of love, I feel I am doing best I know how. But you-wrapped up in judgment, always regretting the past, cursing yourself, blaming yourself, asking 'what if', 'what if'. 'Life is cruel.' 'I wish I had died instead of.

And for the first time, I smiled, and everybody else smiled back.

They're not just recipes. They are family stories and memories.

Remember that although bodies may pass away, the energy that connects you to a loved one is everlasting and can always be felt when you're open to receiving it.

While it does matter what words you use when talking with other people, to an angel it's more about the intentions and energy behind the words.