Quotes About Connection

Everybody has that feeling when they look at a work of art and it's right, that sudden familiarity, a sort of...recognition, as though they were creating it themselves, as though it were being created through them while they look at it or listen to it...

As Rilke observed, love requires a progressive shortening of the senses: I can see you for miles; I can hear you for blocks, I can smell you, maybe, for a few feet, but I can only touch on contact, taste as I devour

But blood is never left up to you, blood will call to blood. You can't deny your own kin.

The 'Net is a waste of time, and that's exactly what's right about it.

The 'Net is a waste of time, and that's exactly what's right about it.

If you improve education by teaching for competence, eliminating schooling, and connecting with students, the test scores will improve.

Caring for but never trying to own may be a further way to define friendship.

We can teach a lot of things, but if the teacher can't relate by talking to a group of friendly students, he'll never be a competent teacher.

What students lack in school is an intellectual relationship or conversation with the teacher.

Prior to being allowed to enter the profession, prospective teachers should be asked to talk with a group of friendly students for at least half an hour and be able to engage them in an interesting conversation about any subject the prospective teacher wants to talk about.

Sure I arn't a cabbage, that if you pull it out of the ground it must die.

They looked at each other, baffled, in love and hate.

They walked along, two continents of experience and feeling unable to communicate.

I've been saying it so long to you, you just wouldn't listen. Every time you said 'Farm Boy do this' you thought I was answering 'As you wish' but that's only because you were hearing wrong. 'I love you' was what it was, but you never heard.

Do I love you? My God, if your love were a grain of sand, mine would be a universe of beaches.

The Queen's Pride was his ship, and he loved her. (That was the way his sentences always went: It is raining today and I love you. My cold is better and I love you. Say hello to Horse and I love you. Like that.)

I've been saying it so long to you, you just wouldn't listen. Every time you said 'Farm Boy do this' you thought I was answering 'As you wish' but that's only because you were hearing wrong. 'I love you' was what it was, but you never heard.

Westley: This is true love — you think this happens every day?

The sweetest sounds to mortals given Are heard in Mother, Home, and Heaven.

Sentiment is thrown back into private life, into personal relations, and

I am one of humanity, and I do not want any volunteer friends. I regard friendship as mutual, and I want to have my say about it. I

What is prayer but the breathing forth of that grace which is breathed into the soul by the Holy Spirit?

What! thy stammering prayers make music in God's ear!

Prayer, it is the very natural breath of faith.