Quotes About Connection

And those who only know the non-platonic love have no need to talk of tragedy. In such love there can be no sort of tragedy.

We love people not so much for the good they've done us, as for the good we've done them.

Energy rests upon love; and come as it will, there's no forcing it.

One can no more approach people without love than one can approach bees without care. Such is the quality of bees...

Why are you so sad? - Because you speak to me in words and I look at you with feelings.

For a few seconds they looked silently into each other's eyes, and the distant and impossible suddenly became near, possible, and inevitable.

If so many men, so many minds, certainly so many hearts, so many kinds of love.

I can't think of you and myself apart. You and I are the same to me

One of the first conditions of happiness is that the link between Man and Nature shall not be broken.

The higher a man stands on the social ladder, the greater the number of people he is connected with, the more power he has over other people, the more obvious is the predestination and inevitability of his every action.

He knew she was there by the joy and terror that took possession of his heart [...] Everything was lit up by her. She was the smile that brightened everything around.

It's not those who are handsome we love, but those we love who are handsome.

The whole trouble lies in that people think that there are conditions excluding the necessity of love in their intercourse with man, but such conditions do not exist. Things may be treated without love; one may chop wood, make bricks, forge iron without love, but one can no more deal with people without love than one can handle bees without care.

All, everything that I understand, I understand only because I love.

They ought to find out how to vaccinate for love, like smallpox.

When a man sees a dying animal, horror comes over him: that which he himself is, his essence, is obviously being annihilated before his eyes--is ceasing to be. But when the dying one is a person, and a beloved person, then, besides a sense of horror at the annihilation of life, there is a feeling of severance and a spiritual wound which, like a physical wound, sometimes kills and sometimes heals, but always hurts and fears any external, irritating touch.

For man to be able to live he must either not see the infinite, or have such an explanation of the meaning of life as will connect the finite with the infinite.

And all people live, not by reason of any care they have for themselves, but by the love for them that is in other people.

Count Vronsky: I love you! Anna Karenina: Why? Count Vronsky: You can't ask Why about love!

I didn't know you were going. What are you coming for?" she said, letting fall the hand with which she had grasped the doorpost. And irrepressible delight and eagerness shone in her face. "What am I coming for?" he repeated, looking straight into her eyes. "You know that I have come to be where you are," he said, "I can't help it.

Understandable, Lindsay.

What exactly were the duties of an imaginary friend? Pretty much just to make it easier for the child to fit into the world without feeling too alone or scared. Hours? Whatever it took. Benefits? The incredibly pure love between a kid and an imaginary friend. It didn't get better than that. Where did he fit in the great cosmic plan? Well, no one had ever told him.

A mom's power never really diminishes, no matter how big a child grows.

Why do we begin to forget, then sometimes remember with such clarity people we've lost?