Quotes About Connection

Great men are rarely isolated mountain peaks they are the summits of ranges.

In the person of Quanah Parker, an extraordinary man in whom the blood of two strong peoples flowed, the Lone Star and the Comanche Moon at last found common ground.

Being warm and friendly also means liking—not just loving—your children. The

Ministers can but speak to the ear, the Spirit speaks to the heart.

God comes down to us by his Spirit, and we go up to him by prayer.

It is not how much we do, but how much we love.

We pray most fervently when we pray most feelingly.

Love is such a grace as we know not how to be without. A soldier may as well be without his weapons, an artist without his pencil, a musician without his instrument, as a Christian can be without love.

If we bring forth any good fruit, it is not of our own growth, it comes from him, the true vine.

Take every word as spoken to yourselves. When the word thunders against sin, think thus: "God means my sins;" when it presseth any duty, "God intends me in this." Many put off Scripture from themselves, as if it only concerned those who lived in the time when it was written; but if you intend to profit by the word, bring it home to yourselves: a medicine will do no good unless it be applied.

This marriage union with Christ is the most noble and excellent union:

Many people think it is enough to bring their bodies to the assembly, but never look at their hearts. They satisfy themselves that they have been at church, though they have not been with God there.

Can the spouse be better than in her husband's company? Where can the soul be better than in drawing near to God?

Prayer is the spiritual pulse of the soul, by which it beats strongly after God.

If, when God speaks to us in his word, we are deaf, when we speak to him in prayer, he will be dumb.

Which of us has known his brother? Which of us has looked into his father's heart? Which of us has not remained forever prison-pent? Which of us is not forever a stranger and alone?

Each of us is all the sums he has not counted: subtract us into the nakedness and night again, and you shall see begin in Crete four thousand years ago the love that ended yesterday in Texas.

It seems to me that in the orbit of our world you are the North Pole, I the South--so much in balance, in agreement--and yet... the whole world lies between.

But why had he always felt so strongly the magnetic pull of home, why had he thought so much about it and remembered it with such blazing accuracy, if it did not matter, and if this little town, and the immortal hills around it, was not the only home he had on earth? He did not know. All that he knew was that the years flow by like water, and that one day men come home again.

But listen, it's not finished: the United States of America; Continent of North America; Western Hemisphere; the Earth; the Solar System; the Universe; the Mind of God,—that's what it said on the envelope.

Henceforth letter-writing had to take the place of all the affection that could not be lived.

And oh, Claudia, Claudilla, ask me to do something -something that I can do. Do not ask me to forget you or to be indifferent to you. Do not ask me to have no interest in how you pass your time. But if we are separated, set me a task, something that will be a daily link with you.

ma presto moriremo e ogni ricordo di quei cinque lascerà la terra, e noi stessi saremo amati per qualche tempo ancora e poi dimenticati. Ma l'amore sarà bastato; e tutti gli impulsi dell'amore ritornano all'amore da cui sono venuti. Nemmeno i ricordi sono necessari all'amore. C'è una terra dei vivi e una terra dei morti, e il ponte è l'amore, la sola sopravvivenza, il solo significato".

I have long noticed that people who talk to those closest to them only about what they eat, what they wear, the money they make, the trip they will or will not take next week—such people are of two sorts. They either have no inner life, or their inner life is painful to them, is beset with regret or fear.