Quotes About Connection

a mon's real wealth isnae measured in lands, coin, or fighting men, but in the giving and receiving of a true and lasting love.

Are ye weel, sweetling?" He asked as he slipped his hand beneath her chin and turned her face up to his. "Are ye hurt?" "I am weel and I am unhurt," she reassured him. He rested his forehead against hers. "Are ye sure, lass?" he whispered. "Verra sure," she whispered back.

When he eased, then finally broke that kiss, he then pressed his lips to the tip of her nose, each eye, and finally her forehead. To Eva, it felt almost like a blessing given by the pope and in a way it was, Connall was blessing her with his love. "Right!

If faith produce no works, I see That faith is not a living tree. Thus faith and works together grow, No separate life they never can know. They're soul and body, hand and heart, What God hath joined, let no man part.

I experienced the happiest moment of my life when you took me in your arms as your wife and pressed me to your heart; when I even think of that moment my heart beats madly and I have a terrible longing for you, and I think I would hug you to death if I had you here now.

I always stayed in touch with Mr. Frank until his death. We were always corresponding. I used to call him Oom Otto — Uncle Otto. He visited us also several times in Israel with his second wife.

Seeing our Father in everything makes life one long thanksgiving and gives rest of the heart.

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

Wie schön das Leben ist, erfährt man nur, wenn man sich nicht vor allem verschließt, was einem fremd erscheint.

Und während ich dich so anschaute, entdeckte ich all die wunderbaren Unvollkommenheiten an dir, deren unzählbare Menge die Menschen insgesamt und dich im besonderen ebenso liebebedürftig wie liebenswert und so einzigartig machen.

It is the proper function of the theologian to go back and forth, like the angels on Jacob's ladder, between heaven and earth and to weave continually new connections between them.

Where words fail, music speaks.

As it was, we all acted alone, we were caught alone, and every one of us will have to die alone. But that doesn't mean that we are alone.

Alles ist Alleinsein.

Even death row speaks, breathes, lives. Even on death row, the deep-seated urge to communicate cannot be extinguished.

In true love the smallest distance is too great, and the greatest distance can be bridged.

The very idea of an exhibition is that we live in a world with each other, in which it is possible to make arrangements, associations, connections and wordless gestures, and, through this mise en scène, to speak.

In the mother's smile, it dawns on him that there is a world into which he is accepted and in which he is welcome, and it is in this primordial experience that he becomes aware of himself for the first time.

the connection between being and person that is expressed in the word hypostasis.

To be a child means to owe one's existence to another, and even in our adult life we never quite reach the point where we no longer have to give thanks for being the person we are.

Even if a unity of faith is not possible, a unity of love is.

In fact history does not belong to us but we belong to it.

In truth history does not belong to us but rather we to it.

Allow me someday to touch you.The way that you've all touched me.