Quotes About Connection

She realized how much she had missed the company of friendly people who behaved in a normal way.

A frown creased Ayla's forehead. She remembered he had used that word to describe her when she used her sling, and she wasn't sure if she understood the word the way he used it. "Are you artist?" she asked. He made a wry grimace. Her question had touched at the heart of an issue about which he had strong feelings.

Roe Deer, when your spirit returns to the Great Earth Mother, thank Her for giving us one of your kind, that we may eat," Jondalar said quietly.

Hablan con sombras en la lengua.

It may be a stone you have never seen before or a root with a special shape that has meaning for you. You must learn to understand with your heart and mind, not your eyes and ears, then you will know.

said. "Make Ã¢â'¬Â¦ Noria Ã¢â'¬Â¦ Make Ã¢â'¬Â¦Ã¢â'¬Â She heaved a sob, wishing she knew the words to tell him what she wanted to say. "I know, Noria. I know," he said

If there was reassurance in being looked at, it was not the same as being looked after—or being truly seen.

We will not go to Heaven, Goetz, and even if we both entered it, we would not have eyes to see each other, not hands to touch each other. Up there God gets all the attention...

It's strange. I felt less lonely when I didn't know you.

Aram?zda bir yak?nl?k duygusu yok. Birbirimize benziyoruz sadece. Benim gibi o da yaln?z, ama yaln?zl???n?n içine daha çok batm??.

L'enfer c'est les autres " (… ) cela ne veut nullement dire qu'on ne puisse avoir d'autres rapports avec les autres, ça marque simplement l'importance capitale de tous les autres pour chacun de nous. » Commentaire de Sartre sur Huis Clos

MdÅ'oÅ›ci nie znajdujÄ… siÄ™ we mnie: czujÄ™ je tam na Å›cianie, na szelkach, wszÄ™dzie wokóÅ' mnie. ??czÄ… siÄ™ z kawiarniÄ…, to ja znajdujÄ™ siÄ™ w nich.

Lola was beside him , soft and very warm, and Boris could not bring himself to utter the slightest word, his voice was dead. 'Just as though I were dumb.' It was delicious, his voice was floating at the far end of his throat, soft as cotton, and could not emerge, for it was dead.

When I saw him looking up like that I knew that I loved him, and that it was for always. It was as if my heart turned over, and I knew that it was for always. It's a strange feeling - when you know quite certainly in yourself that something is for always . It's like what death must be.

He says: 'it doesn't matter. What I know is that I could do this with you' — he makes a movement with his hands like a baker, kneading a loaf of bread — 'and afterwards you'd be different.

Why did you love her?' 'Well,' I say, 'what a question, anyway!' How on earth can you say why you love people? You might as well say you know where the lightning is going to strike.

I can't sleep,' he said. 'Let me lie with my head on your silver breast.

When we are in a corner with a coffee and a fine each he says: 'Do you know what I feel about you? I think you are very lonely. I know, because for a long time I was lonely myself. I hated people, I didn't want to see anyone. And one day I thought: No, this isn't the way. And now I go about a lot. I force myself to. I have a lot of friends; I'm never alone. Now I'm much happier.' That sounds pretty simple. I must try it when I get back to London. ...

We sat under the mango tree and I was holding his hand when he began to cry. Drops fell on my hand like the water from the dripstone in the filter in our yard. Then I began to cry too and when I felt my own tears on my hand I thought, 'Now perhaps we're married. 'Yes, certainly, now we're married,' I thought.

With you, I don't want to do bad things.' 'There's always the one that you don't want to do bad things with, isn't there?' 'Yes, there's always the one,' he says. 'I want to lie close to you and feel your arms around me.' — And tell me everything, everything. . . . He has said that bit before.

Sometimes, all it takes is one gesture, one word, to change the course of someone's life. Even if you know it won't last forever.

Why was it so difficult to make new friends once you were past forty Was it because we didn't have dreams anymore, only regrets?

You ought to get out more. You know, Pérol, we should go out some evening, just you and me. Otherwise, you lose touch with reality. You know what I mean? You lose your sense of reality, and hey presto, you don't know which shelf you left your soul on. The shelf where you put your friends. The shelf where you put your women. Stage right, stage left. Or in the shoebox. You turn around and you find you're stuck in the bottom drawer, with the accessories.

Leila was untouchable. She was in my heart now, and I'd carry her always, on this earth that every day gives men a chance.