Quotes About Connection

Logic is overrated and superfluous when it comes to love.

Holding her tight against him, he said, "I am the blood in your veins, the marrow in your bones. You'll never go anywhere without knowing I'm inside you, supporting you, keeping you alive. I am a part of you. You are a part of me. We are forever.

perpetually positioning our "self" in relationship to other "selves"—

Also, my mom and family are very important to me and I know that this is not expected.

Yes, my first memory of singing, in general, was of a Christmas song. And then listening to Christmas music was really the first music I was ever connected to.

My birth mother brought me into this world, but it was my adoptive parents who gave me life.

For one man is my world of all the men this wide world holds; O love, my world is you.

Choose love not in the shallows but in the deep.

Love shall be our token; love be yours and love be mine.

Yet come to me in dreams, that I may live My very life again though cold in death; Come back to me in dreams, that I may give Pulse for pulse, breath for breath: Speak low, lean low, As long ago, my love, how long ago

Somewhere or other there must surely be The face not seen, the voice not heard, The heart that not yet - never yet — ah me! Made answer to my word. Somewhere or other, may be near or far; Past land and sea, clean out of sight; Beyond the wandering moon, beyond the star That tracks her night by night. Somewhere or other, may be far or near; With just a wall, a hedge, between; With just the last leaves of the dying year Fallen on a turf grown green.

For all night long I dreamed of you: I woke and prayed against my will, Then slept to dream of you again.

She kissed and kissed her with a hungry mouth.

Do you dream of me?" you said. My heart was dust that used to leap to you—

I love you, I love men and women, I love little children and all innocent things, I love, I feel I am love itself—how could I pick out a woman who would hate me so much!

and the three women, after crying, felt united in a love.

Sam,' said Saul fervently, 'when you talk, you know you create a world.

Every language is a temple, in which the soul of those who speak it is enshrined.

Christina Wilsdon

I pressed one cheek against the earth, against this earth which belonged to no one and which was mine. This was where I was at home: here where spirits met again in the luminous void that stretched between the two halves of the world.

The only access now to the world, the universe, is made through bits and pieces, clung to as small heroes battling against withdrawal.

Acceptance is not something we can give to a person or thing. It only exists as a function of our relationship to our own experience.

The most important work you and I will ever do will be within the walls of our own homes. —HAROLD B. LEE

One great reason why the rich in general have so little sympathy for the poor is because they so seldom visit them. Hence it is that [according to the common observation] one part of the world does not know what the other suffers. Many of them do not know, because they do not care to know: they keep out of the way of knowing it -and then plead their voluntary ignorance as an excuse for their hardness of heart.