Quotes About Connection

We breathe love in and we breathe love out. It's the essence of our existence, the very air of our souls.

A man who would not love his father's grave is worse than a wild animal.

If all the beasts were gone, men would die from a great loneliness of spirit, for whatever happens to the beasts also happens to the man. All things are connected. Whatever befalls the Earth befalls the sons of the Earth.

The air is precious to the red man, for all things share the same breath-the beast, the tree, the man, they all share the same breath. The white man does not seem to notice the air he breathes. Like a man dying for many days, he is numb to the stench.

What is man without the beasts? If all the beasts were gone, man would die from a great loneliness of spirit. For whatever happens to the beasts, soon happens to man. All things are connected.

The white man will never be alone. Let him be just, and deal kindly with my people. For the dead are not powerless.

At night when the streets of your towns and cities are quiet, and you think them empty, they will throng with the spirits that once thronged them, and still love those places. The white man will never be alone. So let him be just and deal kindly with my people. The dead have power too.

I never had a biological sister, yet the more closely I work with women in the Church, the more surely I know there is a spiritual sisterhood.

Remember, I'll always be here for you, even if you can't see me. Because I love you.

A mile below the lowest cloud, rock breaches water and the sea begins. It has been given many names. Each inlet and bay and stream has been classified as if it were discrete. But it is one thing, where borders are absurd. It fills the space between stones and sand, curling around coastlines and filling trenches between the continents.

Gods it's well done , she thought, bowing her head, acknowledging consummate work. She felt skeins of cause, effect, effort, and interaction tying around her. She felt things all coming together, pushing her into this place, at this time, having done this thing.

The city's a heart, I said, and in that a heart and a city were sutured into a third thing, a heartish city, and cities are heart-stained, and hearts are city-stained too.

There are no telepaths in this universe, I think, but there are empathics, with languages so silent that they may as well be sharing thoughts.

I love you, you light me, warm me, you are suns.

There are no civilians in war, no firewalls between the blessedly ignorant and those intimately connected to networks, markets of crime and religiosity.

I took the goats downslope a bit and they screamed at each other and I screamed too to see what it was like.

Sometimes I'd go to his house. If I had some cool cards in my pack of Iceberg Updates, we'd compare collections, maybe swap a few.

There behind the pigeon net, far higher than anyone could have reached, was painted in vivid yellow: ZANNA FOR EVER! "Cor. Someone else called Zanna," Deeba said. "Or you've got long arms. Or someone massive loves you, Zan.

So there I am, wondering what to do, and I see you, and I see what you're carrying. And _that_ is why I came running after you. Because I do not believe in coincidence.

Same weather over here as back home," I said.

But sharing has its limits. It might make you famous, but chances are it won't earn you a buck. It might find you new people to connect with, but it won't make it any easier to click with them. And it might let you tell the world what's on your mind; but it won't make the world listen.

How could one not think of the stories we all grew up on, that surely the Ul Qomans grew up on too? Ul Qoman man and Bes? maid, meeting in the middle of Copula Hall, returning to their homes to realise that they live, grosstopically, next door to each other, spending their lives faithful and alone, rising at the same time, walking crosshatched streets close like a couple, each in their own city, never breaching, never quite touching, never speaking a word across the border.

We speak now or I do, and others do. You've never spoken before. You will. You'll be able to say how the city is a pit and a hill and a standard and an animal that hunts and a vessel on the sea and the sea and how we are fish in it, not like the man who swims weekly with fish but the fish with which he swims, the water, the pool. I love you, you light me, warm me, you are suns. You have never spoken before.

When eating bamboo sprouts, remember the man who planted them.