Quotes About Connection

What did that mean, to kiss? You put your face up like that to say good night and then his mother put her face down. That was to kiss. His mother put her lips on his cheek; her lips were soft and they wetted his cheek; and they made a tiny little noise: kiss. Why did people do that with their two faces?

All my senses seemed to desire to veil themselves and, feeling that I was about to slip from them, I pressed the palms of my hands together until they trembled, murmuring: "O love! O love!" many times.

Unseen, one summer eve, you kissed me in four places.

His heart danced upon her movements like a cork upon a tide. He heard what her eyes said to him from beneath their cowl and knew that in some dim past, whether in life or revery, he had heard their tale before. He saw her urge her vanities, her fine dress and sash and long black stocking, and knew that he had yielded to them a thousand times.

A way a lone a last a loved a long the—

Was it right to kiss his mother or wrong to kiss his mother? What did that mean, to kiss? You put your face up like that to say goodnight and then his mother put her face down. That was to kiss. His mother put her lips on his cheek; her lips were soft and they wetted his cheek; and they made a tiny little noise: kiss. Why did people do that with their two faces?

Ah, there's no friends like the old friends.

When one reads these strange pages of one long gone one feels that one is at one with one who once...

Tell me. Tell me with your eyes.

he knew the way to take a woman when he sent me the 8 big poppies because mine was the 8th

She passed into his soul forever.

No human being has ever stood so close to my soul as you stand.

Why is it that words like these seem to me so dull and cold? Is it because there is no other word tender enough to be your name?

Love loves to love love. Nurse loves the new chemist. Constable 14A loves Mary Kelly . . . Jumbo, the elephant, loves Alice, the elephant . . . You love a certain person. And this person loves that other person because everybody loves somebody but God loves everbody. ('Cyclops', ll. 1493–501)

Pero mi cuerpo era como un arpa y sus palabras y sus gestos eran como dedos que recorrían mis cuerdas.

or a jaculation from the garden of the soul.

his mother?

He felt above him the vast indifferent dome and the calm processes of the heavenly bodies; and the earth beneath him, the earth that had borne him, had taken him to her breast.

the foreign warmth of the skin

Generous tears filled Gabriel's eyes. He had never felt like that himself towards any woman but he knew that such a feeling must be love.

Every Bond is a Bond to Sorrow

First kiss does the trick. The propitious moment. Something inside them goes pop.

As you sing it it's a study. That letter selfpenned to one's other, that neverperfect everplanned?

In one letter that he had written to her then he had said: 'Why is it that words like these seem to me so dull and cold? Is it because there is no word tender enough to be your name?