Quotes About Connection

Education is that component which brings in a meaningful relationship between the happenings around us and how our senses experience them.

Things become bearers of memory and information, especially when enhanced by stories that expand their capacity to carry meaning.

wove spiritual beliefs, cultural values, and historical

these women valued one another as kin and understood the transcendent worth of lineage.

Le persone sono come le parole. Da sole non significano niente, diventano belle se le metti bene insieme.

Con te qualsiasi discorso psicologico è psicoillogico.

Every place is a goldmine. You have only to give yourself time, sit in a teahouse watching the passers-by, stand in a corner of the market, go for a haircut. You pick up a thread – a word, a meeting, a friend of a friend of someone you have just met – and soon the most insipid, most insignificant place becomes a mirror of the world, a window on life, a theatre of humanity.

Adoro mezclarme con la multitud y convertime en un viajero más: alguien totalmente liberado de su propio papel, de esa imagen que uno tiene de sí mismo y que a veces se convierte en una jaula tan estrecha como la del cuerpo mismo.

Che errore è stato allontanarsi dalla natura! Nella sua varietà, nella sua bellezza, nella sua crudeltà, nella sua infinita, ineguagliabile grandezza c'è tutto il senso della vita. Se mai vi viene a mancare, come mi stava succedendo, basta tornare qui, alla natura, alle origini di tutto, all'albero da cui siamo saltati giù avant'ieri, uomini miei vestiti di boria e di gessato grigio.

True love doesn't need proof. The eyes told what heart felt.

In the way such things happen in real life, I suspect I'll never see him again. We talked about that once. There was a term in Japanese, he said. Eng. It was both a concept and a word of advice. It meant that anyone you meet may be the most important person in your life. Therefore, that every stranger should be treated as a friend. Loved before it is too late. You never know (he said) in which night your ship is passing.

Whatever it is that makes closeness possible between people also puts them in the way of hard feelings if that closeness ends.

Without pandering to your presumed desire to identify with the hero of a story, they made you feel that what mattered to the writer had consequence for you, too.

We don't merely want to see beauty: we want to become part of it.

I had made the fatal mistake of believing in his touch, as if the intelligence of his hands, our orgasms, the way he penetrated me, had affected him as much as it had affected me. Perhaps this is the catch cry of the egoist: I love, therefore I must be loved. Perhaps it is the Achilles' heel of my gender.

I vow that nothing- no law, no army, no faith- will keep me from your side.

The theory is simple. Every boy, every man, is really a bit of a golden retriever or a big chocolate Lab. Watch any man's eyes at the bounce of a ball. His head tilts slightly sideways, just a hair, as a primitive focus comes to life.

Each dog marks a section of our lives, and in the end, we feed them to the dark, burying them there while we carry on.

she tried to avoid his gaze but he held her steady and would not look away, Finally her eyes spoke to him. Her eyes said, Words are too weak, too small, they are always too small, even the purest and most simple phrases fail. Her eyes said, Look at who you are, you were asleep when I met you, but now you're awake, so stay awake. I did not need you and I did not want you and yet here you are, awake in my body and in my heart.

Immediately he surprised her, for she like the way he kissed, like a man who wanted to swallow life.

He remembered that these imaginary conversations always began the same way, with the same phrase, the words he believed lay at the core of what any human being ever wants to hear from another, what affection is in its primary essence, what the bonds of friendship and family mean above all else. So he placed his hand gently on Bemm's shoulder and, softly, slowly, spoke the phrase, over and over again, as if it were a prayer, "I am so glad you are here.

I liked hashish the few times I've tried it, found it fascinating," Oliver said. "Of course Huxley's written about the heavier stuff, peyote and mescaline, but even a bit of any mind-expanding drug can reveal a lot. Small wonder society tries to ban it. Too much illumination and people might find a way to connect the dots, they might start wondering why doughboys are dying to protect barons' bankbooks. Can't have that.

I think that there are reasons people fall in love over and over again. It's that feeling that someone wants to always help you. That feeling that you're never absolutely alone.

True love is a blinding thing, it can color the experiences of even the worst events with a rosy tint, it can turn men and women into the best types of people—ones who will sacrifice the world for a shared moment of bliss.