Quotes About Connection

La verdad es un contacto interior inexplicable".

Solamente otra persona que lo hubiera experimentado sabría lo que ella sentía, pues de casi todo lo que importa no se sabe hablar.

What does it feel like to have a girl?" said the man, chewing. Her father wiped his mouth with his napkin, tilted his head to one side and said smiling: "Sometimes it feels like I have a warm egg in my hand. Sometimes, nothing: total memory loss…Occasionally it feels like I have a girl of my own, really mine.

Long live the dead because we live in them.

Como posso amar a grandeza do mundo se não posso amar o tamanho da minha natureza?

Who was she asking? God? She didn't think about God, God didn't think about her. God belongs to those who can manage to get hem.

Being born is like this: The sunflowers slowly turn their corollas toward the sun. The wheat is ripe. The bread is eaten with sweetness. My impulse connects to that of the roots of the trees

I use myself as a form of knowledge. I know you through and through, by means of an incantation that comes from me to you. To stretch out savagely while an inflexible geometry vibrates behind everything.

God belongs to those who manage to get him. God appears when you're distracted.

?injenice su zvu?ne, ali izme?u njih postoji šapat.

Bastou vê-lo para torná-lo imediatamente sua goiabada-com-queijo.

All the world began with a yes. One molecule said yes to another molecule and life was born.

Escrevo-te toda inteira e sinto um sabor em ser e o sabor-a-ti é abstracto como o instante.

é claro que a história é verdadeira embora inventada – que cada um a reconheça em si mesmo porque todos nós somos um e quem não tem pobreza de dinheiro tem pobreza de espírito ou saudade por lhe faltar coisa mais preciosa que ouro – existe a quem falte o delicado essencial.

Qué era la poesía, en realidad, esa palabra vergonzosa? ¿Era encontrarse cuando, casualmente, caía una lluvia repentina sobre la ciudad? ¿O tal vez mirar al mismo tiempo, mientras tomaba un refresco, el rostro de una mujer que pasaba por la calle? ¿O incluso encontrarse casualmente en la vieja noche de luna y viento.

Quero te conhecer por outras fontes, seguir para tua alma por outros caminhos; nada desejo de tua vida que passou, nem teu nome, nem teus sonhos, nem a história do teu sofrimento; o mistério explica mais que a claridade.

Truth doesn't make sense, the hugeness of the world makes me shrink. What I probably asked for and finally found still ended up leaving me unprepared, like a child walking alone across the earth. So unprepared that only my love of all the universe could console me and satisfy me, only a love such that the very egg-cell of things would resonate with what I call love. With what in fact I am merely naming without knowing its name.

Eu sempre disse a mim mesma que o amor que os outros têm pela gente cria mais deveres do que o amor que a gente tem pelos outros.

I see that I've never told you how I listen to music—I gently rest my hand on the record player and my hand vibrates, sending waves through my whole body: and so I listen to the electricity of the vibrations, the last substratum of reality's realm, and the world trembles inside my hands.

Amar os outros é a única salvação individual que conheço.

I understand a hen, perfectly. I mean, the intimate life of a hen, I know how it is.

there are indestructible things that accompany the body to death as if they had been born with it. And one of them is what is created between a man and a woman who have experienced certain moments together.

I was no longer a little girl with a book: I was a woman with her lover.

Qué estoy diciendo? Estoy diciendo amor. Y cerca del amor estamos nosotros.