Quotes About Connection

Never miss an opportunity to say I love you...Better still...Create them ?????

I wonder why it is we are not all kinder than we are! How much the world needs it. How easily it is done. How instantaneously it acts. How infallibly it is remembered

Love, understood by all, will be pouring forth its unconscious eloquence.

If events change men, much more persons. No man can meet another on the street without making some mark upon him. We say we exchange words when we meet; what we exchange is souls. And when intercourse is very close and very frequent, so complete is this exchange that recognizable bits of the one soul begin to show in the other's nature, and the second is conscious of a similar and growing debt to the first.

Every environment is a cause. Its effect upon me is exactly proportionate to my correspondence with it. If I correspond with part of it, part of myself is influenced. If I correspond with more, more of myself is influenced; if with all, all is influenced. If I correspond with the world, I become worldly; if with God, I become Divine.

Love wants to enjoy in other ways the human beings whom it has enjoyed in bed; it looks forward to having breakfast. But in the morning Lust is always furtive.

It made you feel good just to know there was somebody somewhere who liked you and thought that what you did was all right. Reaching

Scarcely one person in a thousand is capable of tasting the happiness of others.

Is not a kiss the very autograph of love?

E. M. Forster's famous advice to "Only connect!" is beginning to look superfluous. A theory in which the building blocks of the Universe are mathematical structures—known as graphs—that do nothing but connect has just passed its first experimental test.

He Harris felt the loyalty we all feel to unhappiness -- the sense that that is where we really belong.

I can't understand why people can't go on just being ordinary to each other even if they are in love.

Prose is not to be read aloud but to oneself alone at night, and it is not quick as poetry but rather a gathering web of insinuations which go further than names however shared can go. Prose should be a long intimacy between strangers with no direct appeal to what both may have known. It should slowly appeal to feelings unexpressed, it should in the end draw tears out of the stone ...

In Fernand Braudel's chastening phrase, 'Europe is an Asian peninsula.'3 It is a given that Europeans underestimate the scale and resources and history of Asia – and do so recklessly. By looking at English's Arabic connection, we can begin to correct this. Sugar

People's hearts are often opened when they speak freely.

The oneness in Jesus Christ crosses all boundaries and separations. Anyone with the faith of Jesus Christ can immediately enjoy the innate oneness with another who has the faith of Jesus, regardless of differing political or doctrinal views."

Never say you know the last word about any human heart.

Then we shall riseAnd view ourselves with clearer eyesIn that calm region where no nightCan hide us from each other's sight.

Thou art the book,The library whereon I look.

My mom, God rest her soul - she liked nicknames. In the womb she named me Skip. There was another black guy in Piedmont, W.Va., and his name was Skip. They called him Big Skip, and I was Little Skip.

If you share a common ancestor with somebody, you're related to them. It doesn't mean that you're going to invite them to the family reunion, but it means that you share DNA.

We lauhed together for a long time. When we had first met, her eyes were dull with pain-killing drugs and if she tried to talk, her face would controt with agonizing pain. I thought how radiantly beautiful she now looked. She stood up to leave and went to the door but then came back and kissed me. `I hope I never see you again,' she said. `I quite understand,' I replied.

We laughed together for a long time. When we had first met, her eyes were dull with pain-killing drugs and if she tried to talk, her face would contort with agonizing pain. I thought how radiantly beautiful she now looked. She stood up to leave and went to the door but then came back and kissed me. `I hope I never see you again,' she said. `I quite understand,' I replied.

The eyes are said by poets to be the windows to the soul but they are also windows to the brain: examining the retina gives a good idea of the state of the brain as it is directly connected to it.