Quotes About Connection

The past is never dead. It's not even past. All of us labor in webs spun long before we were born, webs of heredity and environment, of desire and consequence, of history and eternity.

He had a word, too. Love, he called it. But I had been used to words for a long time. I knew that that word was like the others: just a shape to fill a lack; that when the right time came, you wouldn't need a word for that anymore than for pride or fear. Cash

When he saw the River again he knew it at once. He should have; it was now ineradicably a part of his past, his life; it would be a part of what he would bequeath, if that were in store for him.

who is he who will affirm that there must be a web of flesh and bone to hold the shape of love?

The past isn't dead. It isn't even past. --Wm. Faulkner

Sometimes i think there must be a sort of pollen of ideas floating in the air, which fertilizes similarly minds here and there which have not had direct contact.

It's a comfortable thing, music is.

The past is never dead. It's not even past; it's always part of the present.

Nothing can marry two people closer than a mutual sin in the world's eyes.

Jis kas vasar? nuvažiuoja iki pat Pensakolos aplankyti motinos, - pasak? mis Mertl. - Toksai žmogus negali b?ti blogas.

When he touched me I died.

Perhaps he was conscious of somewhere within him the two severed wireends of volition and sentience lying, not touching now, waiting to touch, to knit anew so that he could move.

Caddy smelled like trees in the rain.

Meet Mrs. Bundren

People. They're really innately, inherently gentle and compassionate and kind. That's what wrings, wrenches...something. Your entrails, maybe. The member of the mob who holds up the whole ceremony for seconds or even minutes while he dislodges a family of bugs or lizards from the log he is about to put on the fire.

Mrs Armstid does not rattle the stove now, though her back is still toward the younger woman. Then she turns. They look at one another, suddenly naked, watching one another; the young woman in the chair, with her neat hair and her inert hands upon her lap, and the older one beside the stove, turning motionless too, with a savage screw of gray hair at the base of her skull, and a face that might have been carved in sandstone. Then the younger one speaks.

And so at least we will all be together where we belong, since even if only he went there we would still have to be there too since the three of us are just illusions that he begot, and your illusions are a part of you like your bones and flesh and memory.

as he strode on, moving almost as fast as a smaller man could have trotted, his body breasting the air her body had vacated, his eyes touching the objects—post and tree and field and house and hill—her eyes had lost.

É preciso duas pessoas para fazer alguém, e uma para morrer. É assim que o mundo vai acabar.

The past is not dead. In fact, it's not even past.

ama gene de ormanlar olacakt? onun kad?n? ve kar?s?.

She looks at Vardaman; her eyes, the life in them, rushing suddenly upon them; the two flames glare up for a steady instant. Then they go out as though someone had leaned down and blown upon them.

Surfing, to begin with, was not a "sport." It was a "path." And the more you poured into it, the more you got back from it—he

If we all but had twenty-four hours more to live, what would we do? And for nearly all, the answer was 'Spend it with the ones I love.