Quotes About Connection

True love, to me, is when she's the first thought that goes through your head when you wake up and the last thought that goes through your head before you go to sleep.

love strips the mask from each of us, and we must endeavor for those we love to put the mask on so that it can be taken off again. For if there is no mask to start with, there is no pleasure in removing it, is there?

This crazy, blind beating of wings caused by man-made light... this irrational connection between spiders, moths and light. If a law appeared without reason, like this, what would one believe in?

Más que de la mujer, el hombre tiende a enamorarse de los fragmentos y detalles de las cosas.

It was K's idea that faces were a roadway between men.

Lo que llamamos amor es en realidad jugar a arrancarnos mutuamente las máscaras; y, con tal fin, es imprescindible esforzarse en llevar tal máscara, por el bien de la persona amada. Se sigue de ahí que si no hay máscara, tampoco existe el placer de arrancarla

ViaÅ£a omului n-ar trebui s? fie scris? pe atatea petice de hartie risipite. ViaÅ£a e un jurnal legat, iar uneori înÅ£elegi o carte de la prima pagin?. Nu poÅ£i fi silit s?-Å£i faci datoria pentru o pagin? care n-are leg?tur? cu cele dinainte. Nu poÅ£i fi implicat ori de cîte ori cineva e gata s? moar? de foame

Más que la mujer, el hombre tiende a enamorarse de los fragmentos y detalles de las cosas.

Dar chiar ÅŸi cu bilete dus-întors, dac? punctul de plecare era diferit, destinaÅ£ia era, fireÅŸte, ÅŸi ea diferit?. Åži n-ar fi deloc straniu dac? biletul lui de întoarcere ar fi de fapt biletul ei de plecare.

Un aparat de radio ÅŸi o oglind? au un punct comun: amandou? pot s? fac? leg?tura între o persoan? ÅŸi alta.

ConversaÅ£ia femeii era limitat?, dar o dat? ce intra în sfera vieÅ£ii ei, se însufleÅ£ea brusc. Poate c? tot asta era ÅŸi calea spre inima ei.

The fact has been made clear that your face—the mobile, harmonious type—was a mask too. In short, we are two spots of the same ink. It was not solely my responsibility.

the expression is something like an equation by which we show our relationship with others. It's a roadway between oneself and others. If it's blocked by a landslide, even those who have been at pains to travel it will think you are now some uninhabited, dilapidated house and perhaps pass by.

le visage est le pont jeté entre le moi et celui des autres

A letter with no address is simply returned, no matter how many stamps one puts on it.

For me, whatever you may say, you are the most important "other person." No, I do not mean it in a negative sense. I mean that the one who must first restore the roadway, the one whose name I had to write on the first letter, was first on my list of "others." (Under any circumstances, I simply did not want to lose you. To lose you would be symbolic of losing the world.)

You had not abandoned me, but neither did you stay close to me.

The expression is something like an equation by which we show our relationship with others. It's a roadway between oneself and others. If it's blocked by a landslide, even those who have been at pains to travel it will think you are now some uninhabited, dilapidated house and perhaps pass by.

I wanted to get close to you, and at the same time to stay away from you. I wanted to know you, and at the same time I resisted that knowing. I wanted to look at you and at the same time felt ashamed to look. My state of suspension was such that the crevice between us grew deeper and deeper...

Perhaps I had stumbled unexpectedly on the terrible truth that anyone closing the window of the soul with a mask of flesh was merely shutting away scar webs inside. Having lost my face, perhaps I could make contact with another world of real things, which were not pictures painted in windows.

Are you looking for me? I am in the next seat. My shoulder is against yours. you will not find me in the stupas, not in Indian shrine rooms, nor in synagogues, nor in cathedrals: not in masses, nor kirtans, not in legs winding around your own neck, nor in eating nothing but vegetables. When you really look for me, you will see me instantly — you will find me in the tiniest house of time. Kabir says: Student, tell me, what is God? He is the breath inside the breath.

All know that the drop merges into the ocean, but few know that the ocean merges into the drop.

The river that flows in you also flows in me.

Love does not grown on trees or brought in the market, but if one wants to be LOVED one must first know how to give (unconditional)LOVE..