Quotes About Connection

When we drop fear, we can draw nearer to people, we can draw nearer to the earth, we can draw nearer to all the heavenly creatures that surround us.

I'm trying to surround myself during my life with the eight people I'd surround my bed with on my death.

Si el universo en que han vivido los hombres de los tiempos pasados no tuviera nada en común con éste en que vivo; si esos dos universos no aparecieran, para un cierto grado de abstracción, como variaciones de un mismo tema, el universo del otro me resultaría radicalmente extraño y perdería todo significado. Para que la historia entera me resulte inteligible, los vivos deben descubrirse un cierto parentesco con los muertos.

Books are not missiles, you don't aim them at anybody

The places where water comes together with other water. Those places stand out in my mind like holy places.

What do any of us really know about love?

They had laughed. They had leaned on each other and laughed until the tears had come, while everything else--the cold, and where he'd go in it--was outside, for a while anyway.

They talked on into the early morning, the high, pale cast of light in the windows, and they did not think of leaving.

I love you, Bro

In addition to being in love, we like each other and enjoy one another's company.

I lifted him out. I held him. I held that half of him.

In those olden days, when they built cathedrals, men wanted to be close to God.

Physical love, that impulse that drives you to someone special, as well as love of the other person's being, his or her essence, as it were. Carnal love and, well, call it sentimental love, the day-to-day caring about the other person.

I crack the other egg. Surely we have diminished one another.

You sound like a nice man," the woman said. "Do I? Well, that's nice of you to say." He knew he should hang up now, but it was good to hear a voice, even his own, in the quiet room.

It seems to me we're just beginners at love.

I could hear my heart beating. I could hear everyone's heart. I could hear the human noise we sat there making, not one of us moving, not even when the room went dark." Uddrag fra: Raymond Carver. "What We Talk About When We Talk About Love". Apple Books.

What's there to tell? The people over there embrace for a minute, and then they go inside the house together. They leave the light burning. Then they remember, and it goes out.

He ran his fingers through my hair. He did it slowly, as if thinking about something else. He ran his fingers through my hair. He did it tenderly, as a lover would.

Then i don't know I remembered how he was when he was nineteen, the way he looked, running across this field to where his dad sat on a tractor, hand over his eyes, watching Wes run toward him - Chef's House

You tell me you didn't sleep well. I say I didn't either. You had a terrible night. "Me too." We're extraordinarily calm and tender with each other as if sensing the other's rickety state of mind. As if we knew what the other was feeling. We don't, of course. We never do. No matter. It's the tenderness I care about. That's the gift this morning that moves and holds me. Same as every morning.

Es eso lo que sucede cuando muere un amigo? ¿La mala suerte para los camaradas que deja atrás?

The memory of being that intimate with somebody. We were so intimate I could puke. I can't imagine ever being that intimate with somebody else.

In addition to being in love, we like each other and enjoy one another's company. She's easy to be with.