Quotes About Connection

Ist nicht eigentliches Ziel von Roman und Museum, unsere Erinnerungen so aufrichtig wie möglich zu erzählen und dadurch unser Glück in das Glück anderer zu verwandeln?

and awakening, at that moment, to the thrilling prospect of complete surrender, not just of one's lips but of one's entire body to a lover's mercy, we recognized that the gap between compassion and surrender is love's darkest, deepest region.

Nothing makes you happy in life except love... Neither the books you write or cites you see... I am very lonely... If I say that I want to be here in this city close to you until the end of my life would you believe me?

love is deep attention, deep compassion...

Çünkü içinizde kalbinize nakÅŸeylediÄŸiniz bir sevgilinin yüzü ya??yorsa eÄŸer, dünya hala sizin evinizdir.

pag.184 Love is the ability to make the invisible visible and the desire always to feel the invisible in one's midst

Him…. If we love someone very much, we know that even if we give him the most valuable thing we have, we know not to expect harm from him. This is what a sacrifice is.

Una carta no dice lo que quiere decir sólo con lo que está escrito. Las cartas, como los libros, se leen también oliéndolas, tocándolas, manoseándolas.

AÅŸk birisine sar?lma, onunla ayn? yerde olma özlemidir. Onu kucaklayarak, bütün dünyay? d??arda b?rakma arzusudur. Ä°nsan?n ruhuna güvenli bir s???nak bulma özlemidir.

In every garden, on every street, we see mothers holding tightly to their children's hands (fifty years later, Théophile Gautier posited that Melling preferred painting women with children, finding them less unsettling and more deserving of respect than women walking alone).

Beni hayata ba?layan,bana iyimserlik veren bir ?ey vard? bu hayalde.

despair is what keeps love alive.

we recognized that the gap between compassion and surrender is love's darkest, deepest region.

Kenangan-kenangan ini tidak berhubungan satu sama lain, kecuali bahwa semuanya memiliki keterkaitan dengan cinta. Ka tahu betul bahwa kehidupan adalah rangkaian tanpa arti dari berbagai kejadian acak.

If you think you are better than Stork, then by all means, get hold of me.

When, after hours of lovemaking, we quickly dressed and left the apartment, I sometimes thought that Füsun was also taking care not to get "carried away" by her feelings for me. A proper understanding of my story depends, I think, on a full appreciation of the pleasure we took from these sweet shared moments. I am certain that the fire at the heart of my tale is the desire to relive those moments of love, and my attachment to those pleasures.

Y, al igual que ocurre con nuestras vidas, la mayor parte de las veces es por otros por quienes nos enteramos del significado de la ciudad en la que vivimos.

We embraced. This so pleased me that I felt no guilt. I let myself be borne away by sweet emotion. I hugged him tighter. I let him kiss me, and I kissed him back. And as we kissed, it was as if the entire world had entered a gentle twilight. I wished everybody could embrace each other the way we did. I faintly recalled that love was supposed to be like this.

Now he knew what it was that he wanted to tell Istanbul and write on its walls. It was both his public and his private view; it was what his heart intended as much as what his words had always meant to say. He said it to himself: "I have loved Rayiha more than anything in this world.

Mientras escribía sus cartas, el cuervo escudriñaba con la cabeza prácticamente inmóvil, contemplando con asombro maravillado la punta de la pluma, la tinta que se derramaba letra a letra sobre el papel y que iba dejando palabras y frases a su paso. Parecía como si el negro cuervo estuviera enamorado de Pakize .

Ljubav je ?ovjekova želja da usprkos mogu?nostima koje mu se nude voli samo jednu osobu i da ta osoba voli njega, ona je dakle osje?aj koji ga ?ini sretnim.

I get upset to see things thrown away and forgotten, I said. They say the Chinese used to believe that things had souls. Before we Turks came here from Central Asia, we spent a huge amount of time with the Chinese; there was something about this on television just the other day, said Aunt Nesibe.

No puedo meditar sino andando; tan pronto como me detengo, dejo de meditar; mi cabeza no funciona sino al compás de mis pies.   JEAN-JACQUES ROUSSEAU, Las confesiones

every person had a star, every star had a friend, and for every person carrying a star there was someone else who reflected it, and everyone carried this reflection as a secret confidant in his heart.