Quotes About Connection

A good local pub has much in common with a church, except that a pub is warmer, and there's more conversation.

Can I see anothers woe, And not be in sorrow too. Can I see anothers grief, And not seek for kind relief. - On Anothers Sorrow

Mercy is the golden chain by which society is bound together.

I sought my God and my God I couldn't find; I sought my soul and my soul eluded me; I sought to serve my brother in his need, and I found all three; My God, my soul, and thee.

And, father, how can I love you Or any of my brothers more? I love you like the little bird That picks up crumbs around the door.

I am in you and you in me, mutual in divine love.

Can I see another's woe, And not be in sorrow too? Can I see another's grief, And not seek for kind relief?

Can I see another's woe, And not be in sorrow too? Can I see another's grief, And not seek for kind relief?

We all possess, like it or not, the people we know, and are possessed by them in turn.

Is it possible to live reasonably without lying? Do lies form the natural foundation of all human relationships, the thread that stitches our individual selves together?

It's amazing how sudden the effect is - it must be the result of a deep atavistic mating urge buried inside us. A glance and you think: 'Yes, this is the one, this one is right for me.' Every instinct in your body seems to sing in unison.

It was pleasant - and the sense of otherness was nice, that there were two people involved in this process, that we were each giving something to the other.

the key factor in our mutual pleasure was that we enjoyed each other's company, which, banal though it may seem, is the fundamental explanation of any successful and enduring union.

As I write this I feel that draining, hollowing helplessness that genuine love for another person produces in you. It's at these moments that we know we are going to die. Only with Freya, Stella and Gail. Only three. Better than none.

The wounded, the incomplete, the unbalanced, the malfunctioning, the ill seek each other out: like attracted to like.

he needed the security of other bodies.

I say to myself, at last you are in tune with the universe.

As I write this I feel that draining hollowing helplessness that genuine love for another person produces in you. It's at these moments that we know we are going to die.

I feel that draining, hollowing helplessness that genuine love for another person produces in you. It's at these moments that we know we are going to die.

Love is not a feeling. It does not belong to that category of bodily experience which would include, for instance, pain.

insanlar? insan k?lan ÅŸey, türe konulmuÅŸ özel biyolojik, toplumsal ve tarihsel s?n?rlamalar deÄŸil; onlara verilmiÅŸ Sonsuz'a ve Mutlak'a nüfuz etme olgusudur

The just Witness is the Beloved's Eye. (p. 292)

It was ... a love engendering gentleness and goodness that moved me and that I saw in you

Do we not see that we are inarticulate? That is what defeats us. It is our inability to communicate to another how we are locked within ourselves, unable to say the simplest thing of importance to one another, any of us, even the most valuable, that makes our lives like those of a litter of kittens in a wood-pile.