Quotes About Connection

There is dew on these poems in the morning, and at night a cool breeze may rise from them. In the winter they are blankets, in the summer a place to swim. I like talking to you like this. Have you moved a step closer? Soon we may be kissing.

I talk to my inner lover, and I say, why such rush? We sense that there is some sort of spirit that loves birds and animals and the ants-- perhaps the same one who gave a radiance to you in your mother's womb. Is it logical you would be walking around entirely orphaned now? The truth is you turned away yourself, and decided to go into the dark alone. Now you are tangled up in others, and have forgotten what you once knew, and that's why everything you do has some weird sense of failure in it.

Listen, my friend. He who loves understands.

The Lord is in me, the Lord is in you,as life is in every seed, put false pride away and seek the Lord within..

It is time to put up a love-swing! Tie the body and then tie the mind so that they swing between the arms of the Secret One you love, Bring the water that falls from the clouds to your eyes, and cover yourself inside entirely with the shadow of night. Bring your face up close to his ear, and then talk only about what you want deeply to happen.

Writing letters...means to denude oneself before the ghosts, something for which they greedily wait. Written kisses don't reach their destination, rather they are drunk on the way by the ghosts. [Kafka to Milena]

La hermana de Max, que está tan enamorada de su novio que intenta arreglárselas para hablar a solas con las visitas, pues cara a cara es más fácil explayarse sobre el amor y repetirse.

I want you to tell all these people that I wanted more time to spend with them. Tell them I meant to, tell them I wanted to hear what they said and tell them what was on my mind.

Manchmal, sagte sie, gehen zwei Menschen aneinander vorbei, sehen sich kurz in die Augen, und alles, was bleibt, ist ein Wunsch. Ein Traum von dem, was hätte geschehen können. Und dann gehen sie mit jedem Schritt weiter voneinander fort und von all ihren Träumen.

Wahrscheinlich werde ich jede Nacht von dir träumen, sagte er. Und wenn ich aufwache, weiß ich, dass der beste Teil des Tages schon vorbei ist. Das hast du irgendwo gelesen. Hab ich nicht.

Sich zu mögen heißt, zu entdecken, dass man dieselbe Sprache spricht. Sich zu lieben bedeutet, in derselben Sprache zu dichten.

Danach folgte eine Haarbürste. »Für Mädchen«, sagte er. »Pink mit Glitter.« »Du kennst mich so gut.«

She sighed. "Go on, say it. I shouldn't have come." "You shouldn't have come." He looked sideways at her and gave her a fleeting grin. "But I'm glad you did.

He clasped her fingers, not so she could pull him up but clearly because he wanted to touch them. She wanted it too, way too much, and then he stood there right in front of her, the abyss beside them, and she could smell his skin and his hair, and let go of his hand, even though she secretly wanted something quite different.

The passion I feel for you is more than you're prepared for. - Eric

Hush," I said. "I'm here, and I'm not letting you out of my sight anytime soon so keep holding me tight." I looked down, a little more than afraid of plummeting hundreds of feet down.- Breena to Kian, Silver Frost

In his eyes I could see the same love, the same longing. I wanted to kiss him; I wanted him to kiss me, and I could feel his longing so clearly I could not distinguish between my wanting and his. And in his arms I felt safe, warm, alive.

Mistletoe, said Kian, leading me to a spot in the center of the garden. He kissed me softly. I hear it means something in your world.

If it is a weak fire, then the wind will be able to extinguish it. If it is a strong fire, then the wind fans its flames and further intensifies the fire. I think the relationship between separation and love is akin to that of wind and fire. False love subsides on account of separation. True love intensifies over a period of separation and smoulders like an inferno!

I received here. When the womenfolk in your palace spoke to me in signs I thought that they were all mute so I responded likewise. It was only after I heard you speak that I regained my speech.

Every single one of the major traditions—Confucianism, Buddhism, and Hinduism, as well as the monotheisms—teaches a spirituality of empathy, by means of which you relate your own suffering to that of others.

Compassion does not, of course, mean to feel pity or condescend, but to feel with

Yet my study of the history of religion has revealed that human beings are spiritual animals. Indeed, there is a case for arguing that Homo sapiens is also Homo religiosus

There is a linguistic connection between the three words "myth," "mysticism" and "mystery." All are derived from the Greek verb musteion: to close the eyes or the mouth. All three words, therefore, are rooted in an experience of darkness and silence.