Quotes About Connection

Even a momentary contact with a character of this kind seems to double our mental and soul powers, as two great dynamos double the current which passes over the wire, and we are loath to leave the magical presence lest we lose our new-born power. On

The world is a looking-glass which flings back to us the reflection of ourselves. If we laugh it laughs back at us. If we shed tears, it reflects a sorrowful face.

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There is a very close connection between a fine, strong, clean physique and a fine, strong, clean character. A man who allows himself to become careless in regard to the one will, in spite of himself, fall away in the other.

In the end, you and I are happier than many – happier than those who do not know love at all and than those who do not know how to find it.

Love is finding that the things you like best about yourself are not in you at all, but in the person who completes you

Changing the world is good for those who want their names in books. But being happy, that is for those who write their names in the lives of others, and hold the hearts of others as the treasure most dear.

Home is anywhere that you know all your friends and all your enemies.

I've watched through his eyes, I've listened through his ears, and I tell you he's the one.

He loved her, as you can only love someone who is an echo of yourself at your time of deepest sorrow.

Every person is defined by the communities she belongs to.

And enough for me that when my hand touched your shoulder, you leaned on me; and when you felt me slip away, you called my name.

To reach out to you when I'm in need, and to try to be here for you when you need me back. And to feel such tenderness when I look at you that I want to stand between you and all the world: and yet also to lift you up and carry you above the strong currents of life; and at the same time, I would be glad to stand always like this, at a distance, watching you, the beauty of you.

But when it comes to human beings, the only type of cause that matters is final cause, the purpose. What a person had in mind. Once you understand what people really want, you can't hate them anymore. You can fear them, but you can't hate them, because you can always find the same desires in your own heart.

It's as if every conversation with a woman was a test, and men always failed it, because they always lacked the key to the code and so they never quite understood what the conversation was really about.

Into the the air, into the earth, into the fire, I am with you.

Everyone dies. Everyone leaves. What matters is the things you build together before they go. What matters is the part of them that continues in you when they're gone.

What a laugh, though. To think that one human being could ever really know another. You could get used to each other, get so habituated that you could speak their words right along with them, but you never know why other people said what they said or did what they did, because they never even know themselves. Nobody understands anybody.

Where loyalty bound creatures together, they became something larger, something new and whole and inexplicable.

I don't hate you, I love you, you're part of myself, you're my heart and when you go it's my heart torn out and carried away--

Individual human beings are all tools, that the others use to help us all survive." "That's a lie." "No. It's just a half truth. You can worry about the other half after we win this war.

If you asked me to marry you all over again today I'd say yes, said Valentine. And if I had only met you for the first time today, I'd ask.

Humans invent an imaginary lover and put that mask over the face of the body in their bed. That is the tragedy of language my friend. Those who know each other only through symbolic representations are forced to imagine each other. And because their imagination is imperfect, they are often wrong.

Bean could see the hunger in their eyes. Not the regular hunger, for food, but the real hunger, the deep hunger, for family, for love, for belonging.