Quotes About Connection

Many times during your life you've heard or seen something that caused you to snap your fingers and say, "Oh, that reminds me.…" And, usually, the thing that reminded you of something had nothing to do with what it reminded you of. Somewhere back in your mind an absurd or random association had been made.

In Order to Remember Any New Piece of Information, It Must Be Associated to Something You Already Know or Remember in Some Ridiculous Way.

you've decided on an outstanding feature, and you already had a Substitute Word for its owner's name. Now we come to step three—you associate the Substitute Word to the outstanding feature. If you do this properly, it will almost be like having the person's name written on his face!

step three that gives purpose to steps one and two—it locks the name and face together for you. Form a ridiculous association between your Substitute Word and the outstanding feature of the face; that's all.

Well, my relationship to America at the time I left was very limited.

It's a fish eagle, Jock.' 'It sounds so sad.' He nodded. 'It is. They mate for life and if their mate dies they never take another. That's the sound they make when they've lost their mate.' It was something I will never forget. Even now, years later, when I watch the sun go down, I still hear it, an echo from my past.

He understood very well that it was just because of this intimacy that their marriage had not survived.

Die Frage, was nun eigentlich war zwischen ihnen, würden sie später erörtern, wenn all die Tage in ihrer Erinnerung zu einem einzigen, für immer unvergeßlichen Tag zusammengeflossen sein würden. Auch die Griechen, wußte Onno, die die Grundlage für die westliche Kultur gelegt hatten, besaßen kein Wort für "Kultur". Die Wörter entstanden erst, wenn die Sache verschwunden war.

Boundaries have to be continuously sealed off, but it's a hopeless job, for everything touches everything else in this world. A beginning never disappears, not even with an ending.

Only when she was alone did she have the sense that she really existed; other people might be frightened precisely because of that sense, but she was frightened of other people because they stole it from her.

Iemand die van iemand anders houdt, zegt altijd dat dat komt doordat die ander zo mooi is, op een of andere manier, van buiten of van binnen, of allebei, - terwijl andere mensen daar vaak niets van zien, en meestal is het ook niet zo. Maar wie altijd mooi is, is degene die liefheeft, want hij heeft lief en wordt daardoor bestraald door dat licht.

In dat gedicht wilde ik de liefde vergelijken met het soort licht dat je vlak na zonsondergang soms tegen de bomen ziet hangen: van dat toverachtige licht. Dat is het licht, dat in iemand zit die van iemand anders houdt.

Houd je een vulpen in je hand, dan wordt de inkt warm. De inkt komt net zo warm als je bloed op het papier en dat moet je hebben.

Ieder mens heeft geloof ik het gevoel, dat hij er eigenlijk niet bijhoort, bij het leven van de andere mensen. Dat hij op een of andere manier iets anders is, een gast, en hij doet alle mogelijke moeite om te zorgen, dat de anderen dat niet zullen merken. Dat is het gevoel, dat alle mensen gemeen hebben, en daardoor horen ze juist bij elkaar.

Using someone's name during a conversation was like a casual caress, like stroking their hair.

Perhaps, he thought, true pure love, like all flowers, flourished best with its roots in muck and mud. Perhaps that was a law of life that held everything together.

You could chat with anyone; being silent together without it becoming embarrassing was a lot rarer.

The process of putting Haarlem behind him resembled the changes a man goes through when he divorces. He takes a girl friend to forget his wife, but just doing that prolongs the connection with the wife. Possibly things will work out only with the next girl friend - although the third one has the best chance. Boundaries have to be continuously sealed off, but it's a hopeless job, fore everything touches everything else in this world. A beginning never disappears, not even with the ending.

In the beginning, the lovemaking was frequent and wild, but with little genuine feeling, like good pornography. Our true intimacy was the unspoken belief that we were living honest lives without the artifice and deceit so necessary in most relationships.

What sticks with her students long after they're gone and grown up is the feeling that, as children, this adult treated them as human beings.

You want a friend in Washington? Get a dog.

What you know about the people whom you know at all well is truly amazing, even though you have never formulated it.

It is a rare person who can cut himself off from mediate and immediate relations with others for long spaces of time without undergoing a deterioration in personality.

I don't think you can define love.