Quotes About Connection

Haven't told you in a while, but you're the reason for it all. You're a vital complication I never seem to resolve.

By being friends with all, we are not alone.

Then his sister fastened the string of rushes to his

Whenever the pressure of our complex city life thins my blood and numbs my brain, I seek relief in the trail and when I hear the coyote wailing to the yellow dawn, my cares fall from me - I am happy.

It is of the extraordinary insights of Imam Malik that the first section of his Muwatta'*, which precedes even the section on ritual purity, is on the times of the prayer. It is the times of prayer that obligate purity. Observing the times of prayer is the first thing we do when we wake and the last thing we do before retiring to bed; it is done in the middle of the day and in its decline. It is an unrelenting reminder of to whom we belong, why we are here, and where we are going.

?nsanlar aras?nda en yüksek dereceliler, hiçbir ?eyin kendilerini Allah'? anmaktan al?koyamad??? kimselerdir. "Onlar ayakta dururken, otururken, yanlar? üzerine yatarken Allah'? zikredenlerdir.

Kalbini canland?rmak isteyen kimse, ona Rabbiyle sessiz karanl?kta vakit geçirme imkan? vermelidir, iki rekat dahi olsa.

I thought it was safer and easier to be one my own. But I don't think I was to be invisible anymore because-because it's lonely, and I don't want to be lonely. I don't want to be alone.

We sit huddled together for a few minutes, just being there with one another, and it feels dangerous to me that nobody is saying anything.

I stepped back and looked at all the people as they continued to weave in and out, around and around, faster and faster until they were one blur, until they were One. And then I knew what Bubbe meant. Here, was God.

Love from one being to another can only be that two solitudes come nearer, recognize and protect and comfort each other.

all humans are frightened of their own solitude. Yet only in solitude can man learn to know himself, learn to handle his own eternity of aloneness. And love from one being to another can only be that two solitudes come nearer, recognize and protect and comfort each other." - The Mountain is Young

She alone would do a mad and wonderful thing like that, ringing me up. No one else ever did things like that for me. I always had had to do the ringing up and the asking, and going to people's rooms, always I was the one to ask for love.

So much of what is best in us is bound up in our love of family, that it remains the measure of our stability because it measures our sense of loyalty.

At the same time, you have to find the right distance between people. Too close, and they overwhelm you, too far and they abandon you. How to hold them in the right relation?

Love cannot be measured by its duration...

Without love, most of life remains concealed. Nothing is as fascinating as love, unfortunately.

I know love is dark work; you have to get your hands dirty. If you hold back, nothing interesting happens. At the same time, you have to find the right distance between people. Too close, and they overwhelm you; too far and they abandon you. How to hold them in the right relation?

And silence, like darkness, can be kind; it, too, is a language

One would hope, as well that intimacy would leave more of a mark, that more of it would remain. But it doesn't. You just end up thinking, who is this person?

When asked about his "open relationship" with fans: Yes. We have an open relationship. Obviously they can see other authors if they want, and I can see other readers.

He took his pain and turned it into something beautiful. Into something that people connect to. And that's what good music does. It speaks to you. It changes you.

So, ye have a wee bit of the cat in ye," he murmured as he pulled her into his arms. "I should have guessed. Ye purr. No one purrs." "Tisnae such a strange sound," she said as she undid his plaid. "I suspect I could make ye purr." "Ha! Men dinnae purr." He helped her remove his shirt and quickly tugged off her shift before pulling her back into his arms. "They make monly sounds." His

When he raised his head to look at her, she smiled at him. "Ye purred," she said, "just like a big tomcat." She laughed softly at the way he scowled at her despite the laughter brightening his eyes. "It wasnae a purr," he said. "It was a verra monly growl." Bridget