Quotes About Connection

And she comes to his hand but she's not really tame she longs to be lost, he longs for the same.

Dearest Shell, If you let me I'd always keep you 400 miles away and write you pretty poems and letters. . .I'm afraid to live anywhere but in expectation.

What I loved in my old life--I haven't forgotten--it lives in my spine.

I looked for you in everyone And they called me on that too I lived alone but I was only Coming back to you

My love is blonde and ancient I met her by the sea she was putting things together and she needed some of me

We are so small between the stars, so large against the sky | and lost among these subway crowds, I try to catch your eye.

We are so lightly here. It is in love we are made. In love we disappear.

I am not the one you are looking for. You are not the one I've stopped looking for.

And when the hunger for your touch Rises from the hunger, You whisper, "You have loved enough, Now let me me the Lover.

need to see I never saw your need for me your longing raw

Sit in a chair and keep still. Let the dancer's shoulders emerge from your shoulders, the dancer's chest from your chest, the dancer's loins from your loins, the dancer's hips and thighs from yours; and from your silence the throat that makes a sound, and from your bafflement a clear song to which the dancer moves...

My mirror twin, my next of kin Id know you in my sleep And who but you would take me in A thousand kisses deep

Si strinsero le mani, si baciarono quando la luce fu abbastanza fioca, filtrando dorata attraverso i cespugli spinosi. Poi tornarono lentamente a casa, senza tenersi per mano, ma urtandosi a vicenda.

It is fabled that we slowly lose the gift of speech with animals, that birds no longer visit our windowsills to converse. As our eyes grow accustomed to sight they armor themselves against wonder. — Leonard Cohen, The Favorite Game . (Vintage; Reprint edition October 14, 2003) Originally published January 1st 1963.

We spoke so that we could become tender. It was not the kind of tenderness which follows passion, but the kind which follows failure.

I saw you watching the moon you did note hesitate to love me with it I saw you honouring the wind-flowers caught in the rocks you loved me with them

Si presero per mano e corsero giù per la collina. Le foglie secche si frantumavano sotto i piedi e loro cercarono i mucchi per calpestarle.

It is in love that we are made. In love we disappear.

Ah baby, let's get married We've been alone too long Let's be alone together Let's see if we're that strong

And everything depends upon how close you lie to me

La mano di lei era appoggiata sul suo braccio come neve su una foglia, pronta a scivolare via quando si fosse mosso.

String Reprise / Treaty I wish there was a treaty we could sign It's over now, the water and the wine We were broken then but now we're borderline And I wish there was a treaty, I wish there was a treaty between your love and mine

At the heart of each of us, whatever our imperfections, there exists a silent pulse of perfect rhythm, made up of wave forms and resonances, which is absolutely individual and unique, and yet which connects us to everything in the universe.

The subtle dance of the body joins us to the world.